I have another thought about the Christmas season. There are those who love to debate over just when Jesus was born. Some groups say April is a better option. Others says Jesus was conceived in December. I say, who cares.
I mean does it really matter WHEN God came to be with us, Immanuel. What matters is that HE DID COME. He did live and die and was resurrected the third day. He did ascend into heaven to be seated at the Right Hand of the Father. And He is coming again to receive His own.
I think sometimes the enemy of our soul loves to get us down in the weeds arguing over some trivial fact rather than focusing on the grand scheme.
God sent His Son to us, in the fullness of time, meaning at just the right time. If that’s April, great. Or July, great. Or December, great.
What is important to me at least, is not which month, it’s the why. “When the fullness of the time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, that we might receive the adoption as sons.” [Gal 4:4-5 NKJV]
God sent His Son so that I might be redeemed from the marketplace of sin to be adopted as His daughter. If the world wants to celebrate that fact on December 25 each year, I’m fine with that … because I’m celebrating that every day in every month in every year. I’m bound to get it right at least once a year!
Glory to God in the Highest, and on earth peace to men of good will.
