If Christmas didn’t exist.
If Christmas didn’t exist…sure there will still be sales and lights. Maybe some sort of decorations strung through houses, yards, and trees, ringing in the festivities. There will still be feasts of hams and yams, people rushing here and there through traffic for gatherings and presents, kissing underneath the mistletoe.
There will still be stress about gift giving, frustration about feeling single and lonely. And there will be anger and tears and probably the occasional why-the-heck-am-I-spending-my-night-talking-to-crazy-Aunt-Sally.
Maybe if Christmas didn’t exist, December 25th would be the same.
Stop.
But that is not the meaning of Christmas. Christmas is not about how many presents glisten underneath our perfectly lit tree. It isn’t about the Sears and the Macy’s and the Belks having 60% off sales. Christmas is not about us and the worldliness that we want, but about Christ and the salvation that we so desperately need.
Without a Christmas, without the birth of Christ, what do we have? Without Christ, Christians simply become Ians. We can work all of our lives, maybe strike it rich, enjoy some worldly pleasures -maybe fame, luck in relationships, money, good looks- but then what? We die. And without Christ, there is no hope after that. No Resurrection…just death.
If the birth of Christ didn’t exist, then what good would all the festivities be?
mhmm amen to this.
