WoF: What the First Christmas Means to Me

I think I said what the first Christmas means to me in this post, but I will elaborate.

That first Christmas was the beginning of the bridge built to close a deep divide. Without Jesus, we never would have come close to God. The divide was so large, so deep, so wide, that there wasn't a way to get to God without a Savior. Jesus didn't have to do what he did, he had no good reason. There is nothing we could do to convince him that we were deserving of his saving. Nothing.

What gets me is that it was all out of love. Not just the feeling of love, but the action love. I can't begin to grasp what that kind of love is. Goodness knows that I need a lesson in loving the tough-to-love more often than not. When I get a case of that mindset, all it takes is a good look in the mirror to remind me that I'm not so lovable myself. And, still, God sent His son to this earth, to live a common man's life, so we would no longer be separated from Him, because He loves us.

The first Christmas was just the beginning to an entirely new life. It's no wonder the Angels were singing praises!

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