Sweet Little Jesus Boy...

Every year at this time, my heart gets wrecked all over again and to a new level. With every Christmas song I hear about the birth of Jesus, I fall a little more in love with Him. It’s crazy how I get caught up in so many other things and forget just how miraculous He is.

I know, I know. The last thing people want to hear around Christmas time is “Jesus is the reason for the season.” It seems so cliché. Everything everywhere is telling us to ‘believe’ and have the Christmas spirit. Every Christmas play is about how we forget about Jesus and only think of ourselves and presents. Every Lifetime movie is about how we forget about Santa and only think of ourselves and the commercialism of Christmas. And even as that is shoved down our throats and we can’t help but remember that this season we celebrate the birth of Christ, do we really get it?

I am blown away at how we can sit and sing songs about the birth of God’s Son like it’s just a tradition. Or put on a show talking about His birth out of obligation. To say that He is the reason we celebrate for the sake of being politically correct and not out of the abundance of our hearts… it just kills me. I suppose these are the kind of things that get to me year round… but especially when we talk about Him coming to earth.

This is not just anybody else we are talking about here. Not just some random baby born a long time ago. This is GOD… so loving us that He humbled Himself to send the most precious part of Himself, His Son, to become one of us so that He could be born a helpless child, live a sinless life, and die a glorious death.

When I think about what Jesus did, not just in His death, but in His birth and His life, I can’t help but cry and be overwhelmingly thankful. He could have just been silent and left us here to die. Stayed in Heaven, let the earth be destroyed, and start all over. He could have let us continue in our traditions and let us work for our own salvation. He could have come as a king or at least an adult as to not have to endure a life filled with poverty and temptation. But HE DIDN’T.

He was born!Miraculous little Jesus boy! They didn’t know who You were… And I often wonder if we do. Do we know this hope of glory? Do we understand the depth of love that it took for this Living God to do such a thing for us? Do we come close to comprehending what was actually accomplished through the birth, life, and death of this little Jesus boy?

It is my prayer for you and for myself, that we receive the greatest revelation of Christ this Christmas. That we are so compelled by His love for us that we cannot just sit in our mundane traditions and rituals, but we are launched into the very purpose for our lives by evaluating His. That we realize that there is so much more to Him than just a little ceramic nativity scene and a bedtime story. Let us recognize His mercy, love, and grace that is so freely given to us and be driven to share this life that conquers death.

“Though the world sees and soon forgets… We will not forget Who You are and what You’ve done for us.”