After such an harrowing year, people are looking for something. After so much fear, so many unknowns, so many riots, and an election that still isn’t decided, people are desperately searching for something that makes sense. Something normal, familiar.
They just don’t know what they are searching for. I’ve seen it named in different terms: Christmas cheer, joy, hope, comfort . . .
I saw it when stores began to get Christmas items in stock in September.
When Christmas lights began to go up in October.
When Christmas music was being played in November.
People are trying to fill the void with lights, carols, presents . . . they want some sort of a hope, something to hold onto.
We as Christians know what they are missing. We have what they are missing.
The joy of Christ.
The hope of the baby that was born that night.
The redemption offered to a sinful people.
We know it, and we know that those things will only be found within Christ Himself. Nothing else in this world will ever compare to Christ. Nothing will ever satisfy us as He does.
As we go about our days, in the hustle and bustle of this season, may we never forget the truth of what that baby being born means for us. May we never forget that the baby we see laying in mangers everywhere this time of year as people stake nativity scenes out in their yards and set them on mantles and piano tops and tables grew up, and that is what makes the baby laying there so significant.
Jesus did not stay a baby. All too often, I’m afraid people think of Jesus as the baby born of a young girl, and they forget the significance of that child. They forget that He grew into adulthood, proclaimed the truth of His Father, was crucified, buried, and rose again.
That He is standing on the right hand of His Father, interceding for us.
That because of His sacrifice, our sins can be forgiven, we can spend eternity in Heaven worshiping Him and praising Him and glorying in the work He did on that cross.
Without the manger, we wouldn’t have the cross.
And without the cross, we would never have redemption or hope in Christ.
We in ourselves could never accomplish what He did on the cross that day. We are sinful creatures, conceived in sin, born in sin, and living in sin, until the Spirit awakens us to the more beautiful thing and draws us to Jesus Christ.
Remember this. Share this truth with others. As they desperately search for something, keep this truth in your heart and be ready to share about the joy and hope within you to all who ask.
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I am a 23 year old young lady who is redeemed and saved from my sin only by the grace of God. A bibliophile at heart with a love of history who desires to see the Word of God practically applied to all aspects of our daily lives -- in our homes, in the grocery store, in the political realm. I strive to put my jumbled, chaotic thoughts down onto paper -- reducing them into black and white rows, letters, sentences. Into some semblance of sanity. And I share them here with all of you, where I can challenge you, make you think, and cause you to ask questions. I am the oldest of eleven children living the country life in the deep south.