What Christmas Means to Me
How vividly I remember the first Christmas season after Christ invaded my private world.
It was December 1980, my freshman year of college. As I sat by the fire at a friend’s house, listening to an impromptu choir sing carols of the season, I wept at the realization that I’d never realized what the words actually meant.
That glorious song of old was suddenly brand new.
The hopes and fears of all my years had been met–respectively fufilled and abolished–in Him.
He had saved me from Satan’s power when I had gone astray.
What tidings of comfort and joy.
Like the wise men, I’d finally found what my heart had been searching for all along.
Joyful and triumphant, I had come to behold Him.
And how my thankful heart adored him.
Immanuel had come and ransomed my captive soul.
God and this sinner had been reconciled.
Earth had at last received her King. Well, some had rejected him, but the offer was there for all.
I had found room in my heart for Him. Although Christ knocked on the door of my heart with a pounding so insistent, I honestly don’t think I could have avoided opening the door.
As Christmas carol after carol rang out in the living room that night, I wept with overwhelming joy because the same ears that had heard those same words, year after year since my earliest childhood, truly heard them with all my heart. And like the angels, I had no choice but to rejoice and burst into song.
Each year, as I hear the carols of Christmas again, I’m reminded of that night. Reminded of Christ’s great mercy and the great gift of life He offers still.
That’s what Christmas means to me. I pray it means the same, and even more, to you and yours.
Blessings
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Jesus was born as a reminder that we are loved so much that we can’t help but love others. It is great that Jesus does not give up on us and Christmas is a hugh reminder that he is still working on us.