Quite often I get fed up with my culture. I get fed up with the things it loves. I get fed up with the things it hates. I get fed up with the controversies and the arguments. I get fed up with it’s insatiable desire for “stirring the pot.”
I don’t care if atheists put a monument of their gods next to the Ten Commandments at a court house.
I don’t care if some humanist group makes a town put away their manger scene.
I don’t care about what someone said or didn’t say about Christianity on TV.
I don’t care about the Facebook controversies on the internet.
This is the date which the saints celebrate the moment that God broke into this world. It’s the date where he came not to judge us but to save us. It’s the date which marked the beginning of this little child’s purposeful and determined march to die on a cross for his enemies. Oh how incredible this day is. What wonder fills my heart as I think upon the great lengths of love that my King and Savior made to rescue me. Who am I that God should be mindful of me? I am but a rebel and a glory stealing thief. A sinner who wouldn’t know riches of a life with God if it hit me in the face.
Yet with how great a love has he loved me? A love so unselfish. A love that meant he came as a baby instead of a King. A love that meant he grew up in Nazareth rather than Rome. A love so humble and meek that he his appearance was plain and common rather than attractive. Love that reached the marginalized and the outcasts rather than just the accepted and powerful. A love that meant he was despised and rejected by the ones he came to save. A love that saw him mocked, spat upon, and crucified as a common thief rather than treated like the Prince of Heaven. A love that on the third day saw him defeat sin and hold the keys to death in his hand.
This is the Christmas plan though, devised before he ever created to redeem the bride that he so loved. A bride whom he designed to marry in the greatest celebration of all time. For Christmas cannot be meditated upon without thinking about that great and glorious Day. The Day where Christ will return, not as a baby but as a King. A King arrayed in dazzling white robes, whose eyes are fire, and whose voice is like rushing waters. A Day when this world will melt away before him.
And there will be the consummation of Christmas on that Day. Someone will take up the call and lead the procession to the New Jerusalem, “Come let us adore him! Come let us adore the Lamb that was slain!” We the church will go up together. There will cheering greater than any sports arena. Music more beautiful then any concert hall. Light more radiant and glorious than any sunset. And we say to one another, “I was glad when they said to me let us go to the house of the Lord.” As the gates open we will see him there on his throne, and in an instant we will recall like a flood all of the ways in which he loved us.
And we will bow down, weeping with a joy we have never experienced and sing:
“Oh come let us adore Him!
Oh come let us adore Him!
Oh come let us adore Him!
Christ the Lord!”
Christian, this is Christmas. It’s so much more than anything our culture could make it to be and it’s so much more than our culture could ever steal away. No manger display controversy or Facebook post could ever substitute adoring Jesus with all of your heart. Celebrate him well this year. Treasure him. Meditate on him. Adore him. Allow his act of love to move you. For this is the practice for your eternity.