Without question, those may truly be the finest and most life-changing words ever written with pen and ink. Moreover, they strike at the very heart of the Christmas season. A lost and dying world needed a Savior.
Although there were certainly an indeterminate number of ways that God could have chosen to redeem His creation, fallen mankind. Instead, He chose to do it like this:
God became man.
It is simply remarkable.
And life-changing.
A young woman, a virgin, is chosen to carry the Christ child.
Therefore, the blood that went coursing through His veins was not that of fallen man. It was royal blood.
The Prince of Peace was born in a lowly stable. His birth was announced by angels to the shepherds. And the king wasn’t able to find Him without the aid of the wise men.
Jesus lived and walked among us. He confronted our temptations, yet without sin. He was acquainted with grief.
He even had to die.
But unlike us, Christ also had the power to walk out of that tomb three days later.
Therefore, those who come from the most meager background in this life have a Savior who is touched by their infirmities and circumstances in this life.
The Son of God knows our trials, our temptations, and our heartaches.
The thought of it never fails to amaze me.
The older I become, the more I come to love the Christmas season.
It isn’t just because of the family gatherings and the presentation of gifts, although those are certainly another treasured part of it.
I love Christmas because, no matter how much some try, this one day cannot be forgotten or dismissed because it forever symbolizes the birth of Christ.
And although there are some who run around saying that nobody can prove that Jesus was actually born on December 25th, they are completely missing the point.
What really matters is the fact that Jesus was born. And it also matters that much of the world stops to celebrate His birth.