I’ve been thinking (okay that’s unsurprising…I realized today that sometimes I can think about the most random things to preoccupy myself). On birthdays, we usually give gifts to celebrate someone’s birthday. But Christmas is really about celebrating Jesus’ birthday, even if He wasn’t born on that day. I guess it’s more of a day to celebrate God’s gift to us, how He came down for us. We celebrate Christmas the day Christ was born, but we don’t celebrate it in the same way we celebrate the birthdays of our family members, or our closest friends. We remember that He came to die, and die in a gruesome and horrible manner at that. Sometimes, it’s not easy for us to look at the cross, because it reflects how we really are as people. We like to see ourselves as good people, but the cross tells us something more about ourselves. It tells us that someone really really really good, better than I could ever know, had to pay the price so I could go free. And Christmas tells me that someone really really good, better than I could ever know or be, loved me enough to pay that price. That’s the gift.
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