Why I Celebrate Christmas
I need Jesus. Could you imagine if Christ never came? I'm a Gentile living thousands of miles away from Israel. The likelihood of me hearing about a coming Messiah would be slim. I would still be lost, trying to do this life in my own strength and making a big mess of it. I need Jesus.
But the truth is, He did come. In the humble state of a baby, relying on us humans to care for him! He came. Emmanuel, God with us. Because he came, news of His birth, death and resurrection have continued to spread over 2000 years over thousands of miles of land and seas, and I was privileged to hear this news! Whoa. Little ole' me. He came. And has changed me. I am still a work in progress, but he has changed me. He has filled me with peace. I have been forgiven things I thought were unforgiveable. I have hope that no matter what life throws at me, He will be with me.
I need Jesus. That is why I celebrate Christmas. There are some who choose not to celebrate Christmas for a number of different reasons, boycotting commercialism, greed, or the fact that we know Jesus was not born on December 25th. But I will celebrate. I will find ways to bring glory to His name in the ways I celebrate. Hey, I figured, if God can redeemed my sorry self, He can redeem a day on the calendar.
I celebrate Christmas because Jesus was and is the best gift I have ever received. That is why I will give gifts to those around me and to those in need, not just physical need, but also spiritual need. I do not need any gifts in return, because His presence is my present. I need Jesus.
I need Jesus.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
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Monday, March 15, 2010
Blessed
Today was beautiful. The sky was blue, the flowers blooming and my boy (6) came and helped me mow the lawn. He sat on my lap and steered the riding mower. We had a good time. He is really ticklish and I would mess him up while he drove by tickling him. :) It was wonderful.
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