With Christmas just four days behind us, facebook is already flooded with updates of taking it down. Down come the trees and the lights and the wreaths and all sorts of merry and bright. It kind of makes me sad. Christmas seems to come and go all too quickly. Maybe this year I’ll never take it down. And wouldn’t that be wonderful?
When I consider all the elements that contribute to the miracle of that first Christmas — and then, of course, add to that all the amazing ramifications of our Incarnate King and the salvation He brings — I am awestruck, silenced by an incomprehensible love. This grace juxtaposed with the total depravity of humanity, most specifically me, magnifies my complete unworthiness.
Christmas is a beautiful, joyous season, but the spirit of it, the elation we feel at realizing its significance, should permeate every day of the year. Now I’ll not break out into a hand-holding world peace anthem, but think about it. Jesus didn’t come as a baby to stay a baby. He didn’t come just to be the centerpiece of cute, bucolic scenes or the theme of tender winter lullabies. He came to be King and Savior.
Perhaps we’ve overused the word. Have we become so familiar with the term that we no longer see the wonder in it? May it never be so.
For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given;
and the government shall be upon his shoulder,
and his name shall be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the increase of his government and of peace
there will be no end,
on the throne of David and over his kingdom,
to establish it and to uphold it
with justice and with righteousness
from this time forth and forevermore.
Isaiah 9:6–7 (ESV)