Most Americans celebrate Christmas. (Well, some of my Christian friends didn’t, but that’s another post 😉
And I always ask, “What are the non-believers celebrating?”
Those who have mocked their very Creator the entire year (either openly or simply by their denial), put on red hats and buy gifts, and have feasts, and wear bells–they celebrate. But what do they celebrate?
I haven’t pondered it much, but this morning as I was sweeping the floor, I had this deep sense of grief. For each person who celebrated apart from being Redeemed by Jesus’ blood, should have been rather in mourning this season.
The reality of Christmas is nothing but the Savior’s birth. That’s it.
And if His birth, and consequently death and life, hasn’t changed you into a new creature, then his birth is the most terrible news to have ever fallen on human ears!
There is nothing to celebrate for those who are lost and in rejection of the “Glad tidings we bring”.
For the believer, there is everything–freedom from sin, from fear, and from death itself.
For the non-believer this short breath of life and what joy you can squeeze out of it is it…and after that the judgement.
But the believer–even beyond eternal hope and redemption is, truly, peace on earth. The wonder of that, the exhilaration of knowing that my life rests in the hand of a sovereign God is too wonderful for me.
And my heart cries out this morning, for the world. For the lost. That Emmanuel will draw you to Himself.




