Take a moment.
Forget carols, presents, trees and last-minute rushes.
Think about the great mystery of love—not what passes for love in modern entertainment and “romances.”
Love, that real, unsullied, selfless and everlasting love—the love that prompted God to become one of us, like us in everything but sin.
The angel asked, “Will you?”
Mary said, “Yes.”
And God became one of us, fully human and yet still divine—truly a human with body, blood, bones and a soul.
God has become so human that, like us, he is totally vulnerable, able to suffer pain and hunger, cold and chill. That Baby, soon to become a man, had to have his diapers changed. He had to learn to walk, to talk, to pray.
Jesus is his name—Son of God, Son of Mary, Son of Man, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Messiah and Savior.
But, also, he is Friend and Brother.
Jesus had to grow, to work, to play with his young friends.
He grew in age and wisdom, as do we all. He, Son of God, had to learn the depths of his Father’s love, the path he was to walk, the mission he was to fulfill, the death he was to suffer and the resurrection that would defeat sin and death.
That’s the mystery of love—of God’s love.
Christmas isn’t about trees and lights. It is about the Light of the World.
It’s about how the wood of the crèche foreshadows the wood of the Cross.
God so loved the world…
That’s the mystery.
Have a Holy Christmas—one filled with the joy born of being loved and the hope born of resurrection.