Anyways, it's Christmas day today. I'm so tired. It was exhausting and wonderful... even though it was a little bumpy at places. There is something wonderful lingering all around me... maybe it's just my imagination, but this is a rare feeling for me--like something amazing just MIGHT actually happen. Wouldn't that be awesome? I think I almost maybe believe in this "magic" of Christmas--this unspoken wonder and joy that fills a place right up. Heh.
Whatever happens, I only know one thing for certain. Jesus was born. I don't think it gets much clearer than Veggie Tales says-- "I can love because he loved me, I can give because he gave."
Jesus came down to a terrible world just to be closer to us--to save us. He left paradise to be born as a baby in a dark, foul-smelling stable. His parents had to literally use a trough--a feeding trough, likely full of prickly, itchy hay--for a cradle. His mother had just given birth--she was probably in intense pain, and the place was likely kind of bloody. His father, beside his mother. Animals all around.
Darkness. The stench of animals. A baby's crying.
And, this incredible light--a star, shining right over the stable, as if to say, "something amazing is here! come see it! Come see!".
This was the baby who would save the world.
That baby would grow up and sacrifice himself for his beloved. For you and me.
There is no greater love than that.
And so that's what Christmas is all about, folks. Christmas is about love--between friends and family, mother, father, child, husband, wife. It's about miracles--God becomes man, reaching out to a race that was condemned to eternal separation from Him. About hope that we can one day be together with him again. Faith that these hopes will come to pass. The peace and goodwill towards one another. Kindness. It's about everything truly good. Those things that we hold in our heart. Yes, that wholehearted joy--that bright warmth...
That's Christmas.