Tis The Season

I love Christmas. I love when the weather starts getting bitter cold. I love when the stores get crazy busy. I love all of the holiday parties.

"The Reason for the Season"

We hear it all the time, and everyone knows why we celebrate Christmas. Whether you believe in Him or not, you know that we are celebrating Jesus' birth, and you probably participate in Christmas whether you care about his sacrifices or not.

As a parent this year, Christmas means more to me than it ever has. This year, as I look into the beautiful blue eyes of my sweet daughter, I wonder how God could have done it? How could He have sent His son to Earth? He left an amazing place, got sent to Earth where he was made fun of, not taken seriously, taken advantage of, and ultimately killed for being perfect.

I used to wonder why God sent his son to Earth rather than going himself. I am sure the angels could handle heaven while He was gone, and He could leave Jesus in charge. Why wouldn't He go himself though? Isn't it a bit selfish to send someone else to save us?

It isn't selfish though. As I have just figured out, there would be no greater sacrifice than sending His son. I can think of nothing worse than sending my child to be ridiculed and then killed. I am crying just thinking of it. Jesus was on this Earth, not only as a human, but also as a perfect God. As a man who was tempted, but never sinned, and yet he was put on that cross to die because we aren't perfect!

As this Christmas creeps up on me I find myself so very thankful for the sacrifices made for us. Not just the sacrifice of Jesus, who left a perfect place for a place that would treat Him less than human, but for God, as a parent, who sent his son here to die. We know that Jesus wept. I wonder if God cried looking down at his perfect son being treated so terribly, and knowing that He would soon be put to a very painful death. I wonder if He could feel the pain as Jesus was about to go to the cross and asked His father if there was any other way to save us. As Jesus hung from the cross and prayed for the people encouraging His murder, I wonder if God felt proud of His son.

I pray this season, that we can all see less of the stress of buying gifts and organizing family events, and more of the perfect gift that we have been given. I pray that on Christmas morning, before opening gifts and visiting family, that we can understand the sacrifice that both Jesus and His father made for us, so that when we die we can be in Heaven.