“Behold the virgin shall be child and shall bear a Son and they shall call His name Immanuel’ which translated means, “God is with us.” Matthew 1:23(NASB)
In a few days, we will celebrate the culmination for the season’s reason: the birthday of Jesus. Is December 25 the actual date of His fleshy entrance into the world. No. Does it matter? Also no. It matters only that we recognize on one particular day in the history of our world a young virgin named Mary who conceived by the Holy Spirit went into labor. Together with her God-appointed earthly husband, they held their breaths as the Savior was birthed upon the earth.
There was no baby shower and no family coming for miles to hold the new child. Whom could they share this moment with? It seemed like there was no one, except only a few shepherds from the field. Even then, did they fully grasp that their little boy was a gift to be shared with the world, then and for all time to come?
For all the things we enjoy about Christmas, if it hadn’t been for that obscure birth on an unknown date, we would have no reason to celebrate and December 25 would have as much eternal significance as Ground Hog Day.
Whatever calendar date it was all those years ago, there indeed was a real day, when a real child was born unknown and innocently into the world. Because of His birthday, my life has meaning. It has purpose. So does yours.
Are the holidays leaving you in a holi-daze keeping you from experiencing a true Holy Day? If so, stop. Relax and take stock of what really matters. Why are you celebrating? Take a moment to refocus and put the day back into perspective. However, if it’s just another party day to you, call me, email me, or throw a rock at me and let’s reason together. From the Gobbs home to yours, we wish you the merriest and most blessed Christmas ever.
Jesus is the reason for my season, because I was His!