Bear with us. We are celebrating. And we can get a little zealous.
And when Santa hogs the spotlight, yes… we get a little jealous.
Bear with us. We are joyful. This is our favorite time of year.
We’re not trying to be discourteous but it’s terribly difficult not to cheer.
Bear with us. We’re ecstatic. It’s kind of hard to not rejoice.
We couldn’t stop singing if we tried. It’s like we’re left without a choice.
Bear with us. We are hopeful. And hope is bursting at the seams.
And it’s the time of year we thoroughly enjoy explaining what that means.
So if you admit you roll your eyes at us when every December rolls around
If you look with curiosity on why this world can’t bring us down
If you’re annoyed that we just can’t accept solely reindeer, wreaths, and elves
If you question why we just cannot keep our Jesus to ourselves
If you’ve ever thought “Well that was then, but here and now is what I see
“It’s the 21st century- what’s Jesus have to do with me?”
If you wonder why our zeal for Christmas we cannot keep contained
Then let me tell you where we’re coming from, and please allow me to explain:
Christmas is an image of God’s mercy through this sign:
A God without beginning or end, out of love, would stoop to time
Christmas is a symbol of inexplicable lengths of grace
When there’s a God beyond our realm, who out of love, would stoop to space
Christmas is a mystery too immense for words to find
Because God residing in an infant is so much bigger than my mind
Christmas can be staggering, because Him who never knew a need
Stooped to hunger, thirst, and loneliness, pain and aches, and our fatigue
Christmas is incredible because the One who fashioned stars
Would lie helpless in a manger on a rescue mission for our hearts
Christmas is amazing because the Being who crafted light
Would be rocked within His mother’s arms so that He could sleep at night
Christmas is astonishing because that infant born brand new
Would tell disease, demons, wind, and waves, where to go and what to do
But Christmas is convicting to think He came to pay a price
To pay a debt that we created that demands a sacrifice
Christmas can be sobering because the depth of which this cost
Because that little infant grew to end up nailed to a cross
Christmas should be reverent because in my place He died instead
And the payment for my soul was the perfect blood He freely shed
Christmas is the evidence that there’s a caring God above
Who went through these lengths so willingly to show humanity they’re loved
Christmas is alarming because this love we didn’t deserve
Yet the baby that was born for death came to earth so He could serve
But Christmas can remind us that He did not end in defeat
Life was brought back to His body and death itself He actually beat
So Christmas brings us hope because He didn’t end in the grave
And anyone who would believe it, He has the power their soul to save
So Christmas is my victory because Jesus came to win a war
And death and sin were not a match for Him and they can’t rule me anymore
Now Christmas is so practical because the power with which He was raised
Can actually live inside of me and guide me each and every day
Now Christmas means a compass, because an example He provides
For how to live this life correctly, I look at Jesus as the guide
Christmas means security because even when I fail and sin
I have put my faith in Jesus, so when God weighs me, He sees Him
You see, Christmas is essential for human beings to truly live
For my sickness, it’s the remedy that God chose to freely give
Christmas is the good news because there is no other way
To obtain life present and beyond, Jesus Christ IS Plan A
Christmas is so crucial because it helps me clearly see
Death and hell is the outcome to ANY variety of Plan B
Still Christmas is so restful relieving worry, fears, and strife
Because I don’t ever have to be good enough if Jesus lived the perfect life
Christmas is so calming, because it means I’m not alone
And there’s a God in heaven who cares too much to have left me on my own
And Christmas is a comfort and in His presence I can trust
Because His name alone, Immanuel, means that God is here with us
So bear with us. We are thrilled. It’s kind of hard to keep inside.
For we are celebrating Someone who’s improved every aspect of our lives.
Bear with us. We get animated. And we do get quite excited.
There was a time when all we knew was gloom. Now life has been provided.
Bear with us. We are joyful. And we love to sing it loud.
You see, we belong to Jesus. And that’s a fact that makes us proud.
Bear with us. We are cheerful. And you are going to hear us cheer.
Because the hope that comes from Christmas is a hope the world is dying to hear.
And if you think you might have missed it, with this God it’s not too late
And I hope that you can see now why we think Christmas is so great
by Luke Myers
Image: Gareth Harper
Video: “Immanuel” – music/lyrics by Beautiful Eulogy, video made by Shaun James
It is no wonder that thoughtful and intelligent people find the gospel of Jesus Christ hard to believe, for the realities with which it deals passes our understanding. But it is sad that so many make faith harder than it need be, by finding difficulties in the wrong places.
But the real difficulty, the supreme mystery with which the gospel confronts us…lies in the message Christmas message of the Incarnation. It is here, in the thing that happened at the first Christmas, that the most profound and unfathomable depths of the Christian revelation lie. The “Word became flesh”, God became man, the divine Son became a Jew; the Almighty appeared on earth as a helpless human baby, unable to do more than lie and stare and wriggle and make noises, needing to be fed and changed and taught to talk like any other child. And there was no illusion or deception in this: the babyhood of the Son of God was a reality. The more you think about it, the more staggering it gets. Nothing in fiction is so fantastic as is this truth of the Incarnation. This is the real stumbling block of Christianity. Once the Incarnation is grasped as a reality, every other difficulty concerning gospel of Jesus dissolves.
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