In this season celebrating the birth of Jesus, God’s own Son, born upon the earth as a human baby, I am drawn to childhood memories of our family’s Christmas celebrations. They were a time of excitement and love and happiness. Love seemed a spirit that floated through the air permeating every taste, smell, word, and touch. On Christmas Eve songs colored the atmosphere with a sweet love as my family would sit around the tree all sparkling with lights drinking egg nog. There was a little bell and each person would go and get their gifts, ring the bell warning the rest to hide their eyes, then distribute the gifts beneath the tree. When done we’d open our eyes and “ooo and ahhh!” at the colorfully wrapped packages. With six of us, the packages would mount and excitement would gleam from our eyes. Then we would sit and talk about the greatest gift of all, the gift of our Savior whose birthday we were celebrating. Jesus came in a humble condition, yet a great light shone upon Him and led eastern royalty to Him, and joy from heaven spilled over unto earth in angel song to humble shepherds in the fields. Jesus came that all men might know the truth and be saved. He was formed in His mother’s womb begun there by Holy Spirit, nestled there for 9 months, then as a babe was He born. What joy His earthly parents must have felt! What blessing to all mankind, for this is the babe Who would save the world. This tiny helpless child would one day speak the messages of truth and hope that would reach down to our day and beyond.
I keep picturing this sweet baby warmed by animal breaths whose first cradle was a manger.
When Jesus was a toddler, King Herod sought to kill him, and in the processed murdered every male child age two and under. Did that fact offend your senses? Are we offended by the mass murder of innocents here today as well? My heart cries seeing where sweet babies are killed in the womb before they even get to breathe their first breath. There are millions of children murdered, and my heart aches for the mothers, some young, some older who have chosen the route of abortion. They end the life God began in them. Even more tragic is the recent discovery that these poor innocent baby's bodies are cut up in sections to sell piecemeal for profit. Thousands are murdered daily, and we condemn these atrocities. This Christmas pray for the mothers to choose not to make this choice to end their baby’s life; and pray for our nation that participates in this mass murder, for it is not unknown to God.
As our world sinks in moral decay, we can see the enemy strategizing his next attack. This Christmas I join the call for the Body of Christ to rise up and condemn the abortion factories. pray for our nation to return to righteousness!
And also let us reach out to friends, family and even strangers who do not know the Savior and share His message of redemption! Let us spread life not death!