It is Black Friday, the unofficial start of THE SEASON. Whatever you call this SEASON (the Holiday Season, the Christmas Season, the Silly Season, etc.) it has begun! There are 31 days until December 25, the day we celebrate the birth of Jesus our Savior.
The stores are decorated. Christmas music floods the airways and the malls. Santas arrivals are imminent everywhere! Homes are being decorated. Christmas light shows are set up and raring to go. Craft fairs are abundant with a plethora of items.
But at the origin of all of it is the most wondrous of wonders. The birth of a baby who was the Son of God, and who would become the Savior of the world.
There will be those who want to argue that this baby was not born in December but in the spring. My thought? “Who cares?” My love of the LORD won’t be different if Jesus was born in April rather than December. I don’t think it matters so much WHEN we celebrate as it does THAT we celebrate.
And celebrate we should. Jesus left His throne in glory, giving up His divine privileges, to be born a little baby totally dependent upon an earthly dad and teenage mom. He lived His life here on earth only to die on a cruel Roman cross … all for us. We celebrate His birth always aware of the cross.
“Though he was God, he did not think of equality with God as something to cling to. Instead, he gave up his divine privileges. he took the humble position of a slave and was born as a human being. When he appeared in human form, he humbled himself in obedience to God and died a criminal’s death on a cross.” [Philippians 2:6-8 NLT]
