It was my church's Christmas celebration. First time I saw Christmas trees set up in the lecture hall foyer, and the program flowed nicely from worship songs accompanied by choir to prayer to short drama with dance - I was tearing up when I watched the drama, accompanied by a song with beautiful lyrics about a poor boy getting a pair of shoes for his dying mum. Then, there was a video on Retooning Nativity, which brought about an important message - human traditions change, but not the centre of Christmas - the birth of Christ. After that, all wrapped up in pastor's sermon - the Christmas surprise, which is supernatural out of natural.
In Luke 2:11-12, the angels brought a good news to the shepherds, saying the sign of the Messiah is this: a baby wrapped up in cloth pieces in a manger. We think it is normal right? Stop. Ponder this: Baby? Yes, God came as a baby, a dependent and weak human baby. He came to die. How can this not be a miracle?
My heart continues to be solemn over that truth. Yet, joy starts to take over as I realise I have a new life, one that is not bound by my thoughts nor feelings, cause I am a man made anew in Christ. How can I not love Christ?
If you think Christmas is about Santa, or giving or the spirit of Christmas, think again, cause there is a greater gift, a gift that will mean eternity, a gift prepared by Christ on the cross, a gift for me and for you. We can have a new life, and when you are new, you can depend on Him.
