Do you notice that the month of December brings out the finer points of humanity? Of course I speak generally about the yuletide season of eggnog, good cheer, happy holidays, employee bonuses, tolerance, patience, and carol singing, but specifically, all these things are ancillary to the tip toeing around the historical fact and pure certainty that God came to us in the form of Adam, yet sin apart and perfect in every way.
God showed us how man could actually live and thrive in a sinful world. I know I know, sin is not a pretty word, and despised among the hyper advanced and critically acclaimed and intellectually superior heathen, but truth be told, (and we do tell the truth around here) it’s kind of hard to deny the reality of sins payment when facing the newly deceased and recently departed loved one, when that ‘dead one’ laying so low in the casket, resembles nothing of the life which then was.
Sin has claimed another. It has collected its wages by way of death. And Christmas to most, while perhaps avoiding this uncomfortable and inconvenient truth, still dances around the reality that Christ did come, and that was good, but better yet, He became a man, and died for our sins, according to the scriptures.
And this is the crème de la crème of good tidings of good will and the wishful thinking of the godless utopia of ‘peace on earth.’ Not happening…………without the welcoming of the Prince of peace.
Science may try to steal this claim through endless smokescreens of pretended intellect, education may try to advance the human condition through ‘endless books and theories,’ sports tries to make men idols because they can jump an inch higher, music makes women attractive to sell the story and increase the profit, usually having nothing to say except for the next catchy jingle, all the while denying that even the common thief is more polite in the month of December, apologizing as it were for stealing your new shoes from the backseat of your car.
Yes December, that cold month that announces more cold to come, bitter cold, a deep freeze, yet giving us pause to notice that the wrath of man praises God by the mocking of Mary and that good man Joseph, who were instruments of bringing forth He who was born in the fulness of time.
Ah yes, but according to the scriptures, and therein lies the power of that gracious month known across the world as December. People actually talk to one another in check out lines, so unlike last month or the soon to be forgotten next month, yes, honking horns are less heard, courtesies extended where not so common, and just all around cheer and good will toward men. Sounds familiar, yet the skeptic looks the other way while the mocker still mocks, but with one eye half-open to the possibility that scripture is true, God is correct, and every man is a liar regarding himself.
Ha! More than possible, but certain. (Remember certain shepherds………..)
O come O come Immanuel, and ransom captive Israel. Rejoice, rejoice. (the hymn writer was correct, truly captive, today in unbelief)
Joy to the world, the Lord is come. (ask Mary and Martha about joy insofar as their brother)
I so love the casual mentioning of that mighty one of God Gabriel, when announcing to Mary that she was highly favoured, blessed among women even, that she would be a mother, truly a word from heaven to the delight of her and us. Gabriel’s word was good then, it is still good now. A faithful messenger does not lie and is an ambassador of One greater.
Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinner reconciled. (love that reference to Romans, delivered, developed and explained through Paul) No man acting on his own accord and human wisdom could ever construct the truth that an all holy God who is a consuming fire, and one who could not look upon sin, could justify sinful man, without compromising His own intrinsic eternal perfection. Such is the nature of the gospel.
Even the new ager Enya sings of the glory found in Christmas, as well as the one toy soldier keeping time, inspired by the narrative of December’s delight and scripture of course. God’s word works, in believers, and all others.
And it may help to include that among believers, there is both a tolerance for opposing views, as well as intolerance (to their own shame) as to who does, and who does not drink the eggnog so to speak in referencing the babe in the manger. It’s December after all, and our hearts are revealed as to whether or not Gods word has taken root.
Pity ourselves to find fault with any man who enjoys hymns and carols of truth pointing to David’s greater Son, but I like December, snow and all.
(Sung to the tune of the first Noel)
Then entered in those Wise Men three,
full reverently upon the knee,
and offered there, in his presence,
their gold and myrrh and frankincense. [Refrain]
Three? Doesn’t matter, but wise they were, coming from afar, with gifts not given but to the greatest. Gold for the regal King to be. Myrrh as a reminder that some deaths are sweeter than others. And frankincense? Well, there is that odor of the ointment thing filling not only the whole house, but the whole world.
Embrace December! And of course, with wishes of (can I say it without offending someone? lol) a merry Christmas to all friends and foes in blogsville.