Before heading off to present-opening, hot chocolate drinking and family gathered around a candle-lit table, I'm reminded of the true meaning of Christmas. The Savior's birth, coming to earth, taking on human flesh, ultimately giving His life on the Cross for sinful human souls.
As I read the Gospel story, the birth of Christ, I was struck by the faith of Mary. When she was told by the angel that she, a virgin, was expecting a baby who would be the Son of God and Savior of the world, she must have been overwhelmed. It sounded crazy. Can you imagine? I was thinking about her and the faith she had in the Lord.
“'How will this be,'
Mary asked the angel, 'since I am a virgin?'
The angel answered,
'The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God. Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be unable to conceive is in her sixth month.
For nothing is impossible with God.'
'I am the Lord’s servant,' Mary answered.
'May your word to me be fulfilled.'
Then the angel left her."
Lord, give me half the faith Mary had... that childlike faith that knows the Lord, trusts Him, and submits to Him as a servant...trusting that whatever He says is best.
And believing that nothing is impossible with our God.
That's the Gospel.
And what a precious day Christmas is.
Not because of the glittery ornaments, presents,
delicious dinner, or sweet carols to sing.
It's because of HIM.
Happy birthday, Jesus!
And you... you my dear, enjoy your day.