Have you seen social media quips like “I’m old enough to remember when…”? The thrust is that times change so quickly these days that what is being remembered happened last week. It’s kind of amusing. Other threads talk about how you can identify where you are or where you’re from without actually saying it. For example, I’m from the state that people use their right palm to illustrate the geography. Well, I have a sad twist on that kind of thing: I’m so old that I hurt my neck writing out Christmas cards. Like for real. My neck has not been right since last Saturday. On Thursday all five of us were in the car (a gift in itself), and I randomly cringed and moaned with various turns and bumps.
One of my sons said, “Geez, Mom! Do you need to see a doctor?” To which Will responded, “Hey, I’m a doctor.” The good doctor insisted on “working” on my neck yesterday for a solid fifteen minutes, no matter how much it hurt. I think he may have cured me. Oftentimes the cure requires pain. Christmas is the beginning of the ultimate illustration of this truth.
Christmas is not about Santa nor exchanging gifts, as fun as those things are. Christmas is about the incarnation of God. God became flesh to dwell among us. He left Heaven to endure the hardships of life, and no one has ever been treated as unfairly as Jesus. He lived the perfect life, modeling for us precisely how to live. He was the kindest, most loving person to grace this earth, and yet He was mocked and killed. For a few days it looked like evil had prevailed. But sometimes the cure requires pain — certainly for my neck injury, and infinitely more so to cure our sin natures. Jesus paid the price for all our sins because God is just — no wrongdoing is just swept under the rug, eyes are not averted. No, indeed every sin is known. Every sin has a cost. Jesus, that humble babe in the manger, endured the penalty. May we give thanks today for the beautiful Christmas decorations, for the gifts under the tree, but most of all for the truth that although sin left a crimson stain on our lives, Jesus washed it white as snow. In that sense, we all are offered a white Christmas: the Christ-child paves the way to a white-as-snow record when we stand in judgment before the Ultimate Judge, who is also the Lover of our souls. Praise the Lord, that my many many stains have been washed away by the loving sacrifice of my Lord and Savior. I hope He is your Lord and your Savior too. Merry Christmas!
“Come now, let us settle the matter,”Isaiah 1: 18
says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.”