He was born in the humblest of settings, yet heaven above was filled with the songs of angels. His birthplace was a cattle shed, yet a star brought the rich and noble from thousands of miles away to worship him. His birth was contrary to the laws of life and His death was contrary to the laws of death, yet no miracle is greater than His birth, His life, His death, His resurrection and His teachings. He had no cornfields or fisheries, yet He spread a table for 5,000 and had bread and fish to spare. He never stood on expensive carpeting, yet He walked on the waters, and they supported Him. His crucifixion was the crime of crimes, yet from God's perspective no less a price could have made possible our redemption. When He died, few mourned His passing, yet God hung a black cape over the sun. Those that crucified Him did not tremble at what they'd done, yet the earth shook under them. Sin never touched Him. Corruption could not get hold of his body. The soils that was reddened with His blood could not claim His dust. He wrote no book, He had no headquarters, and He built no organization. Yet two thousand years later He's the central figure of human history, the perpetual theme of all preaching, the pivot around which the ages revolve, and the only Redeemer of the human race. Let us remember, Christmas is about "Christ"
... Merry Christmas ...
WHEN YOU DEPEND ON OTHER'S PERCEPTIONS TO MATCH YOUR EXPECTATIONS,
YOU'RE SETTING YOURSELF UP FOR DISAPPOINTMENT.
