Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday

Tomorrow is Christmas.

Another anniversary of the birth that changed the world. The beginning of the most wonderful story of all.

“The whole of Christ’s life was a continual passion;
others die martyrs,
but Christ was born a martyr.
He found a Golgotha, where he was crucified,
even in Bethlehem, where he was born;
for to his tenderness then the straws were almost as sharp as the thorns after,
and the manger as uneasy at first as the cross at last.
His birth and his death were but one continual act,
and his Christmas Day and his Good Friday
are but the evening and the morning
of one and the same day.
From the créche to the cross is an inseparable line.
Christmas only points forward to Good Friday and Easter.
It can have no meaning apart from that,
where the Son of God displayed his glory by his death.”
~ John Donne, Book of Uncommon Prayer


Also, yesterday marked another anniversary: three years of blogging here at Pressing On.

If you wish, you can read my very first humble post, followed by my first Christmas post.

Sometimes I wonder why I blog, why after three years of sporadic consistency, I keep writing.

It isn’t for comments (though I do love them!)

It isn’t to rack up stats (though I do love when you visit!)

It most certainly isn’t to impress anyone with my writing or pictures (just reading through the past three posts is a helping of humble pie!)

I think the reason I blog is this: When God does a work in your life, you can’t keep silent. I have been so wowed by His grace and love and if I couldn’t share the way He manifests His character and faithfulness in the small details of my life, I think I would burst.

But as for me, it is good to be near God. 
I have made the Sovereign LORD my refuge;I will tell of all your deeds


My prayer is that this blog would be a simple offering of worship, a giving back to the God who gave me all. And perhaps, by visiting this little spot, you too would be encouraged to keep “pressing on”. For those who have continued to come back and read over these years, thank you. You have blessed me so very much.*

Reflecting on the miracle of Christmas, the life of the Savior that from the moment of His birth propelled purposefully to the Christ, I find the courage and hope to keep stepping heavenward.

But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus (Philippians 3:13,14).

Happy birthday, Jesus. Happy birthday, you little blog.

Merry Christmas to all.

*This would be a wonderful time for you anonymous readers to introduce yourself in the comments! I’d love to get to know you! :)

Singing the Mystery

I love that this time of year, the gospel is preached everywhere you go — in the mall, at the grocery store, on the train. “Tidings of comfort and joy” are inescapable.

And yet, the birth of God as a little baby to be the Savior of the world remains such a mystery. I have tried to wrap my mind around the Incarnation, but it is impossible.

What I do know is grace and love. And they explain why the holy Creator of the universe chose to redeem sinful people by inhabiting their messy world. My messy world, my life, my heart. I have experienced the mystery of Christmas and it has just created a greater amazement and wonder for the ways of God.

This Christmas I am grateful for the mystery.For the unexplained grace. For the incomparable love. For the gospel that became real at Christmas and is my life’s reality.

A few songs have been particularly poignant to me this year, as I think about what the miracle of the Incarnation — God made flesh — means to me.

Be born in me, be born in me
Trembling heart, somehow I believe that You chose me
I’ll hold you in the beginning, You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle, make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me.

So wrap our injured flesh around You
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Welcome to our world

Also, the CD Savior: Celebrating the Mystery of God Become Man, has been the soundtrack of this Christmas’s worship.

Messiah born so small, asleep in cattle stall
Come to redeem our fall, nailed to a tree
This tiny, helpless child through death would reconcile
The holy God and vile, His grace so free
O come, let us adore

May your Christmas be filled with the wonder of God’s love-driven, grace-bearing, light-giving, life-breathing gospel mystery.

Christmas Collection

Christmas of the distant past

I say it every year, but really, how did Christmas come so fast? I looked at the calendar yesterday and was shocked — and rather sad — to discover there is only a week and a half between now and Christmas.

Because it really is the best time of the year. And somehow I’ve so overwhelmed with assignments and exams and the business of life that I haven’t had time to bake cookies, play Christmas arrangements on the piano, read Dickens by the tree, drive around looking at Christmas lights, write cards, or go Christmas shopping.

I have a week and a half to savor Christmas. I want to spend it soaking in the wonder of Christ’s birth. All excuses and distractions laid aside, it starts now.

From now until Christmas, I’ll be posting link-ups to my favorite articles, songs, and books of the season, to help guide you if you too are seeking to get your fill of Christmas. To start us off, here is a collection of my own posts from Christmases past. Reading these was like looking through a scrapbook of precious memories. Memories of what Christmas means to me. Click the title for the full post.

Unwrapped.
In these extra moments leading up to Christmas, I’ve had time to meditate on the other gifts I need to give. Not the kind wrapped and under the tree that signify man’s interpretation of Christmas, but the other, immaterial and far more lasting gifts, that reflect the true Gift that began it all….

Christmas Grief.
How glad I am that Christmas is so much more than an vague good-will fuzziness and reaches deeper than stacks of brightly colored wrapping paper or mounds of frosted sugar cookies. The entrance of true joy in the form of the Promised Messiah vanquished the need for any fake cheer or forced happiness. The Baby in the manger brought tidings of comfort and joy to a sick and dying world — not limited to circumstances, but bringing hope to circumstances…

Life for Real.
O Christmas Tree! Thy branches so uneven, thy form so leaning! You remind me that this earth is not all there is. You are a symbol to me of the neediness both inside me and outside that teaches me to set my affection on things above where the Perfect One, Who heals and completes my soul, reigns in sovereignty.

Making the Most Out of Christmas.
Christmas  calls for coming away from the business of the season for a quiet moment of remembering a dark and dirty stable, an infant Savior and the Cross that brought Him here. And the remembrance should first send us to our knees in humble gratefulness and then to our feet in excitement to share the good tidings of great joy.

The Pig-tail Christmas

Tidings of Comfort and Joy.
No matter how many Christmas cards I don’t send, or how many cookie batches flop, or how much schoolwork is neglected in the holiday rush; in spite of the worries, the problems and the stress that threaten to pull me down, I have no need to dismay. For I belong to One who has overcome the world, who humbled Himself and was born as a lowly baby unrecognized and disregarded that I might have peace.

Now I’m off to brew another cup of “Winter Spice” and turn on Bing Crosby as I finish up my last paper of the semester. ‘Tis the season for multitasking.

Expecting Christmas

This is really a wonderful time of year.

From Thanksgiving onward, concentrating my mind on anything but Christmas is highly unlikely. I know I’m not alone. It feels like the entire world is enveloped in a jolly tinsel wrapped, peppermint scented package of comfort and joy.

The preparation for Christmas began on Thanksgiving Day, when we filled ourselves with comforting foods, our home with pleasant smells, and cozy traditions. The next morning, we bounded out of bed at an hour only holiday shopping (and a Starbucks gift card) would inspire. We breathed in all the delights of the season — the peppermint mochas, the Christmas music, the lights, the sales.

Later that day, our wallets empty, our secrets multiplied, and our smiles broad, we continued our celebration with a visit to the tree farm. The bell-decked horse-drawn wagons, the smell of evergreen, the candy canes and the picture perfect setting, all sang out “Christmas is here!”.

The wonder and excitement of this time of year is here in full force. One by one the houses  in our neighborhood begin to light up and at school, study sessions these days are almost always serenaded by Michael Buble’s Christmas album.

I love the way my piano students are so excited for lessons these days. They come marching in, opening their books enthusiastically to “Joy to the World” or “Jingle Bells” and immediately being playing their little hearts out. And they know that even if they forgot to do their theory book or practice anything else, they’ve reached my soft spot. Because I’d happily spend the entire lesson on “We Three Kings” too.

The expectation, the excitement, the eagerness are what makes this season so special.

And whether the larger, tinsel-wrapped peppermint-scented world recognizes it, it’s biblical too.

All throughout the Old Testament, God’s people hoped and waited for the fulfillment of His promise to send a Redeemer. “There shall come forth a shoot from the stump of Jesse, and a branch from his roots shall bear fruit” (Isaiah 11:10). Every generation wondered, Will He come to us? Will we be the ones to see the salvation of the Lord? All history propelled to that one great event.

Well, He as come, just as God promised. Those who waited were filled with joy. “The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shined” (Isaiah 9:10).

Christmas is a reminder of why hope in God is never disappointed. He has come! He is coming again! And He calls me to live in eager expectation.

How I wish I always longed for the presence of Jesus. That my heart would be thrilled with the excitement of seeing Him face to face in the same way I delight in preparing for Christmas morning.  I desire that my entire life would propel me to know Him more.

That this would be the prayer of my heart:

Come, Thou long expected Jesus
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel’s Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

There is no loss in setting our hearts on Christ. “It will be said on that day, “Behold, this is our God; we have waited for him, that he might save us. This is the LORD; we have waited for him; let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation.” (Isaiah)

The Messiah of Christmas, who came to a waiting world and left it forever changed, longs to redeem the lives of those who wait on Him, who place their trust in His promises, who delight in His presence.  ”I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I hope;my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning. (Psalm 130:4,5)”

This Christmas season, let’s be filled with wonder and excitement. Let’s allow ourselves to be caught up in eager expectation. Let’s hope beyond finely wrapped presents under the fading tree to the best Gift ever given.

Be consumed with the real lasting, life-changing, soul-satisfying, purpose-giving joy of this hap-happiest time of the year.

>Unwrapped

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It is three days until Christmas and my shopping is finished. I’ve astonished myself — for some reason this year without the usual last minute panic and I’m not really sure I can trust my procrastinating self to have remembered everything. Back in the day when all my presents were made by hand, love, and sweat, every precious moment up till the final hours of Christmas Eve were spent behind a closed bedroom door, working furiously against the clock.

However this year, with time to spare, I’ve checked my list multiple times and everything seems to be in order and accounted for. Maybe mature planning abilities have finally caught up with me? I’d like to think so. But in these extra moments leading up to Christmas, I’ve had time to meditate on the other gifts I need to give. Not the kind wrapped and under the tree that signify man’s interpretation of Christmas, but the other, immaterial and far more lasting gifts, that reflect the true Gift that began it all.

The gift of time for my family — helping them in cheerfulness, expressing gratefulness, and listening to their thoughts.

The gift of patience with the busy store clerk and with the child making Christmas cookies and with the elderly woman slowly stitching a snowman quilt.

The gift of grace when people and circumstance mess up my plans.

The gift of peace in stressful situations and troubled moments.

The gift of prayer for those who I know are hurting, or are needy, or don’t know Christ this Christmas.

These are the gifts that will have lasting impact long after the tree comes down. And with them comes the discovery that “It is more blessed to give than to receive” (Acts 20:35). For the more we give, the more we understand why Christmas is important. We walk in love because “Christ loved us and gave Himself for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God” (Ephesians 5:2).

The most important gift I can give is to the Christ Child who spared nothing for me, “who gave Himself for our sins to deliver us from the present evil age, according to the will of our God and Father” (Gal. 1:4). Who left the glory of heaven to become the life-giving, light-giving sacrifice for a dying and dark world. With the wise men, I fall in the Bethlehem straw and offer my worship to the King of kings.

Myrrh to the spotless Lamb who suffered and died to give the greatest gift to poor lost sinners.
Frankincense to the holy High Priest whose intercession brings me before the throne of God.
Gold to the Ruler of the ages — the Ruler of my heart

Here, Savior, take my best, take my all! Take my moments and my days, let them flow with ceaseless praise. Take my will and make it Thine, it shall be no longer mine. Take my love, my Lord I pour at Thy feet its treasure store. Nothing held back for the One whose sacrifice has given me life.

The giving doesn’t just last the season. Christmas marked just the beginning of God’s gift to us. And in the same way,if you and I cultivate a spirit of generosity at Christmas, it will take root and blossom and carry good news of great joy throughout the year.

My list just got a whole lot longer.

>Contemplating Christmas

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It was love,
mere love
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it was free love that brought the Lord Jesus Christ into our world.

What, shall we not remember the birth of our Jesus? Shall we yearly celebrate the birth of our temporal king, and shall that of the King of kings be quite forgotten? Shall that only, which ought to be had chiefly in remembrance, be quite forgotten? God forbid!

No, my dear brethren, let us celebrate and keep this festival of our church with joy in our hearts: let the birth of a Redeemer, which redeemed us from sin, from wrath, from death, from hell, be always remembered; may this Savior’s love never be forgotten!

But may we sing forth all his love and glory as long as life shall last here, and through an endless eternity in the world above!

May we chant forth the wonders of redeeming love and the riches of free grace, amidst angels and archangels, cherubim and seraphim, without intermission, forever and ever!

And as, my brethren, the time for keeping this festival is approaching, let us consider our duty in the true observation therof, of the right way for the glory of God, and the good of immortal souls, to celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ; an event which ought to be had in eternal remembrance.

~ from George Whitefield’s sermon Contemplating Christmas

>Christmas Grief

>On Thursday afternoon, whilst Christmas cookie baking and singing gustily along with a CD of carols, the call came that our “adopted” Grandma June had died.

In one split second, the spirit of celebration in our home turned into one of deep mourning.

The irony of grief at Christmas is keen.
Pain is ostracized by glib “Merry Christmases” from ruddy faced Santa Clauses.
Tinsel and bells mock the hollow feeling inside
Lights on the tree are blurred to tear filled eyes.

If Christmas was just about ho ho ho-ing and being jolly, no hearts would experience long lasting joy. It wouldn’t be anything more than a momentary high that crashed to the ground as soon as any sorrow or sadness inconveniently entered our lives — a superficial tantalization of merriment always just beyond our reach.

How glad I am that Christmas is so much more than an vague good-will fuzziness and reaches deeper than stacks of brightly colored wrapping paper or mounds of frosted sugar cookies. The entrance of true joy in the form of the Promised Messiah vanquished the need for any fake cheer or forced happiness. The Baby in the manger brought tidings of comfort and joy to a sick and dying world — not limited to circumstances, but bringing hope to circumstances: “that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world” (John 16:33).

The Word became flesh to dwell in all of our lowliness and sufferings, “to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release form darkness for the prisoners” (Isaiah 61:1). To bring redemption out of the ashes. To die that death might sting no more.

Only in the truth of what Christmas really ushered in — the triumph of life over death — can I really celebrate. It may not be in the merriment or frivolity of other years; the pain is still fresh. But I can find healing when I visit the stable where the Holy God became the humble Child that I might know His peace. For that, I will worship and sing Mary’s song:

“My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
For He has looked on the humble estate of His servant.
For behold, from now on all generations will call me blessed;
For He who is mighty has done great things for me and holy is His name” (Luke 1:46-49)

Christmas is for the burdened and the grieving, to bring them the good news — the tidings of comfort and joy. Joy that June is free from pain, held tight in the arms of her Savior. Comfort that I will see her in His presence soon. Where it is never winter and always Christmas.

>Life for Real

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The weekend after Thanksgiving is always special. It is set aside to a very important task that begins our family’s Christmas celebration: finding our Christmas tree.

The tree must be perfect. And by this, we mean it must not come from a box or be artificially manufactured in any way. We hope for a perfect November day at the quintessential tree farm where after searching through a hill of picturesque firs, we find that perfect tree — about 6 feet tall, with sturdy branches and a fragrant smell –, ride the horse-drawn wagon back to the big red barn where we warm ourselves sipping rich hot chocolate. Perfect.

Such might it be if we lived in a snow globe world, but we don’t. We live where pine needles are prickly and hot chocolate scorches tender tongues. The perfect winter day is toe-numbing cold. A real tree is never perfect — there are awkward bald spots where branches should be and there are branches sticking out where they shouldn’t. But that’s what makes the out-of-the-box tree real. Without characteristic imperfections and unique “personality,” it might as well be artificially manufactured. Shudder.

As much as I might dream in Currier and Ives Christmas scenes, in my real world are prickly situations and scorching trials that daily remind me that glory has not yet arrived. I was reminded of this on Sunday when I asked some junior high girls for examples of comforting others. I expected general, theoretical possibilities — making a meal, sending a card, giving a hug — the general ideas were in my own mind. So when a young sweet girl began to share a tragedy in her own family which has caused her fear and great sadness, I was jolted back to earth. These were not hypothetical lessons we were learning, the struggles were real, the pain was real, the need was right here in front of me.

Perfection is not for real. I can pretend to live in a cocoon where there is always fair weather and sunny skies, happy thoughts and carefree days, but that would be hypocrisy. Reality is that there is sin and pain and suffering all around me. If I want to truly live, I need to recognize where I am. I can only make a difference in this world of darkness if I see the darkness for what it is. And I can only develop holiness if I know my need of change.

Reality is that I need a Savior to save me from myself and my flawed attempts at righteousness. I am chronically imperfect, I get angry and discouraged, I get sick and tired; my wearied soul cries: “Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?” And in my need, the answer comes: “Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!” (Romans 7:24,25). My dependency is the channel to God’s grace.

Life for real — with all its pains and imperfections — creates in me a longing for eternity for real. “For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us…for we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies” (Romans 8:18,22-23)

O Christmas Tree! Thy branches so uneven, thy form so leaning! You remind me that this earth is not all there is. You are a symbol to me of the neediness both inside me and outside that teaches me to set my affection on things above where the Perfect One, Who heals and completes my soul, reigns in sovereignty. I look for the day of restoration. For when Christ who is my life appears, then I also will appear with him in glory.

Pictures by our resident photographer

>Merry Christmas

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In my devotions this week, I have been studying the first chapter of Luke. I have been particularly blessed by two hymns of praise prayed by Mary (1:46-55) and Zacharias (1:67-79). Their response to the coming of Christ has given me new insight for what my response to Christmas should be. I want to share with you my notes of what the Lord has been teaching me about His Son, the Messiah and my Savior.

1. Christ is a manifestation of God’s mercy

“And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord,
And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.
For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.”
(Luke 1:46-48)

“And his father Zacharias was filled with the Holy Ghost, and prophesied, saying,
Blessed be the Lord God of Israel; for he hath visited and redeemed his people”
(Luke 1:67-68)

Mary and Zacharias recognized their need for a Savior. They did not expect or feel deserving of God’s favor but instead saw it as divine grace mercifully bestowed on an undeserving sinner. Their humility allowed them to be used of God and to be blessed – which is to be indwelt by God and thus fully satisfied. We can only be filled when we have been emptied.

– The word for “hath visited” in verse 68 is episkeptomal which means to look upon with mercy or to nurse the sick. To be “redeemed”is to be released on receipt of a ransom and freed from guilt and punishment of sin. Christ came into the world to save sinners – to heal us from our self-inflicted disease and to free us from death. In Christ, God’s mercy came down to earth, to man’s accessible level.

2. Christ is proof of God’s holiness

For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name.
And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation. (1:50)

Because God is holy, all His works are good and can be trusted. Mary and Zacharias believed even when things looked doubtful because they had faith in the holiness of God. Psalm 71:19 says “Thy righteousness also, O God, is very high, who hast done great things: O God, who is like unto thee!

3. Christ is the horn of salvation


He hath shewed strength with his arm; he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.

He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree. (1:51-52)


And hath raised up an horn of salvation for us in the house of his servant David;
As he spake by the mouth of his holy prophets, which have been since the world began: (1:69-70)

A horn signifies honor, plenty, and strength — all brought into the world by the tiny baby in the manger. Christ is strong on behalf of His redeemed. The goodness of His gospel was trumpeted across the world at His incarnation and assured at His resurrection.

4. Christ is compassionate and delivers us from our fears

He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich he hath sent empty away.
He hath helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of [his] mercy;
As he spake to our fathers, to Abraham, and to his seed for ever. (1:53-55)

That he would grant unto us, that we being delivered out of the hand of our enemies might serve him without fear,
In holiness and righteousness before him, all the days of our life. (1:74-75)

God’s strength and compassion are not contrary to each other but complement each other. He is the horn of salvation and He is the merciful Savior. He puts down the mighty and He exalts the humble. He is the mighty Lord and Creator of all the earth and yet He became mortal to save humanity because it pleased Him to do so.

The Messiah is the Bread of Life who fills the hungry with “good things,” things that are profitable – He fills them with Himself.

“Those who see their need of Christ, and are desirous of righteousness and life in him, he fills with good things, with hte best things; and they are abundantly satisfied with the blessings he gives. He will satisfy the desires of the poor in spirit who long for spiritual blessings, while the self-sufficient shall be sent empty away.”
(Matthew Henry’s Commentary on the Bible)

– The word for “hath helped” in verse 54 is antilambano which means to mutually take hold of one another with the hand; to support, keep from falling, to take part in turn in order to help. In the Incarnation, God became involved in our lives. He became man and partook of our very nature so that He might save us and keep us from falling. Because Christ has delivered me, I am free to serve Him without any slavish fear. I can grasp hold of him without the weight and barrier of sin and be carried by His grace.

5. Christ is the Dayspring from on high and the Light of the World

Through the tender mercy of our God; whereby the dayspring from on high hath visited us,
To give light to them that sit in darkness and [in] the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace. (1:78-79)

To give light is to show oneself openly or before others; shining forth like the sun at the break of day. Darkness is the opposite of Christ, the Sun of Righteousness. It is ignorance, error, sin, and misery. Light and darkness cannot abide together so where Jesus is, darkness vanishes. The vision of this truth revealed to Mary and Zacharias caused them to burst into joyous praise and gratitude for their Lord. We too should come to Christmas with hearts overwhelming with praise. Because Jesus came, my life has meaning, my future has hope, and my spirit rejoices.

A Merry Christmas to you all.

>Christmas Gifts

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About a month ago, I was browsing through a bookstore — absolute heaven on earth! — when I happened upon this little book, Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus: Experiencing the Power and Promise of Christmas. A quick page-through revealed the names of many of my favorite authors and preachers and so with my characteristic impulsiveness I had purchased a new book within five minutes.

This time, it was a good move. What a blessing this book has been to our Christmas preparations! Our family is going through the book together and the feast of sermons written by a host of godly preachers, both past and present, (Martin Luther, John Piper, Charles Spurgeon, George Whitefield, Martin Lloyd Jones — just to name a few) has encouraged us towards an entirely Christ-centered perspective of Christmas.

I would like to share one of these sermons with you — to give you a taste of an well-worthy buy, but mostly to encourage you of something I often forget — Christmas isn’t a day, week, or even season out of the year. Christ coming to earth infiltrates and shapes our entire lives. It is long and I was tempted to simply give you an edifying portion, but as I sat up way past my bedtime typing these words, I felt that you deserved the whole read. If you are anything like me, reading too long from a computer screen is like trying to sleep in the car, so I hope you print this out. I hope you share it with someone and in that way pass on the Gifts of Christmas.

The Gifts of Christmas
by Tim Keller


What God gave us at Christmas was not just his Son. He gave us a Truth – a Truth that transforms us when we take it in. What God gave us at Christmas is a new life.

In the first chapter of Luke, Elizabeth says, “Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished” (NIV). Elizabeth was saying to Mary – and to us – “if you really believe what the angel told you about this baby, if you take it in, you’ll be blessed.”

But out English word “blessed” is so limp and lightweight. In English we use blessed to mean something like “inspired.” But in the Hebrew and Greek Scriptures, the word for blessed meant something much deeper than that. To be blessed brings you back to full shalom, full human functioning; it makes you everything God meant for you to be. To be blessed is to be strengthened and repaired in every one of your human capacities, to be utterly transformed.

What Elizabeth is saying to Mary, and what Luke is saying to us is, “Do you believe that this beautiful idea of the incarnation will really happen? If you believe it, and if you will take it into the center of your life, you’re blessed, transformed, utterly changed.”

When we open the package of Christmas, we find God has given us many gifts – vulnerability for intimacy, comfort for suffering, passion for justice, and power over prejudice.

In all relationships – marriage, parent-child, co-worker – at some point you get into a conversation that goes something like this:

“You’re to blame!”

“No, it’s your fault!”

“No, it’s you.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s you.”

What’s happening? The relationship is falling apart because neither side will take the blame, budge an inch, or make any concessions. Neither side will admit wrong or drop defenses. And as long as defenses are up, the relationship is going awry.

But then sometimes this happens:

“You’re to blame!”

“No, it’s your fault!”

“No, it’s you.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s you.”

“Okay, it’s me.”

One person drops defenses. The relationship starts to come back because one person is willing to say, “Yeah, it’s me. I am to blame here.” One person makes himself or herself vulnerable, and the relationship is restored. In fact, it often becomes deeper and more intimate than it was before. Why would a person do that? Because in the midst of all the yelling and the hostility, one person decides that despite how distorted the other person has become because of anger, he wants the other person back. He wants the relationship to be restored.

The only way to do that is to take down the shield, become vulnerable, and let one of the verbal blows land. It hurts, but it’s the only way. It’s a costly act of redemption for the relationship. And it works because we are created in the image of the One who gave the ultimate example of letting our defenses down. C.S. Lewis put it like this,
“Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”

There is no way to have a real relationship without becoming vulnerable to hurt. And Christmas tells us that God became breakable and fragile. God became someone we could hurt. Why? To get us back.

If you believe this and take it into your life, you’re blessed. As you take in the truth of what he did for you – how loved and affirmed you are – you’ll be able to let down your defenses in your own relationships with other people. You won’t always need to guard your honor. You’ll be able to let down the barriers. You’ll be able to move into intimate relationships with other people.

What is in the package of Christmas? His vulnerability for intimacy with us, which gies us the vulnerability to be intimate with the people around us.

If you believe in Christmas – that god became a human being – you have an ability to face suffering, a resource for suffering that others don’t have.

When September 11th happened and New Yorkers started to suffer, you heard two voices. You hear the conventional moralistic voices saying, “When I see you suffer, it tells me about a judging God. You must not be living right, and so god is judging you.” When they see suffering, they see a judgmental God.

The secular voice said, “When I see people suffering, I see God is missing.” When they see suffering, they see an absent, indifferent God.

But when we see Jesus Christ dying on the cross through an act of violence and injustice, what kind of God do we see then? A condemning God? No, we see a God of love paying for sin. Do we see a missing God? Absolutely not! We see a God who is not remote but involved.

We sometimes wonder why God doesn’t just end suffering. But, we know that whatever the reason, it isn’t one of indifference or remoteness. God so hates suffering and evil that he was willing to come into it and become enmeshed in it.

Dorothy Sayers wrote,
“For whatever reason, god chose to make man as he is – limited and suffering and subject to sorrows and death – he [God] had the honesty and the courage to take his own medicine. Whatever game he is playing with his creation, he has kept his own rules and played fair. He can exact nothing from man that he has not exacted from himself. He has himself gone through the whole of human experience, from the trivial irritations of family life and the cramping restrictions of hard work and lack of money to the worst horrors of pain and humiliation, defeat, despair, and death. When he was a man, he played the man. He was born in poverty and died in disgrace, and thought it was worthwhile.”

The gift of Christmas gives you a resource – and comfort and consolation – for dealing with suffering, because in it we see God’s willingness to enter this world of suffering to suffer with us and for us.

No other religion – whether secularism, Greco-Roman paganism, Eastern religion, Judaism, or Islam – believes God became breakable or suffered or had a body.

Eastern religion believes the physical is illusion. Greco-Romans believe the physical is bad. Judaism and Islam don’t believe God would do such a thing as live in the flesh.

But Christmas teaches that God is concerned not only with the spiritual, because he is not just a spirit anymore. He has a body. He knows what it’s like to be poor, to be a refugee, to face persecution and hunger, to be beaten and stabbed. He knows what it is like to be dead. Therefore, when we put together the incarnation and the resurrection, we see that God is not just concerned about spiritual problems but physical problems too. So we cant talk about redeeming people from guilt and unbelief, as well as creating safe streets and affordable housing for the poor, in the same breath. Because Jesus himself is not just a spirit but also has a body, the gift of Christmas is a passion for justice.

There are a lot of people in this world who have a passion for justice and a compassion for the poor but have absolutely no assurance that justice will one day triumph. They just believe that is we work hard enough long enough, we’ll pull ourselves together and bring some justice to this world. For these people, there’s no consolation when things don’t go well.

But Christians have not only a passion for justice but also the knowledge that, in the end, justice will triumph. Confidence in the justice of God makes the most realistic passion for justice possible.

Lastly, in the package of Christmas, there’s the ability to reconnect with the part of the human race you despise.

Have you ever noticed how women-centric the incarnation and resurrection narratives are? Do you realize that women, not men, are at the very center of these stories?

For example, in the story of the resurrection who was the only person in the world who knew that Jesus Christ had risen from the dead? Mary Magdalene, a former mental patient, is the one Jesus tells to take this news to the world. Everyone else in the whole world learns it from her. Women are the first people to see Jesus risen from the dead.

In the incarnation, the annunciation comes to a woman. God penetrates the world through the womb of a poor, unwed, Jewish, teenage girl. The first theological reflection group trying to wrap their minds around this to figure out what this means and what is going on in Mary and Elizabeth.

We know that in those days women had a very, very low status. They were marginalized and oppressed. For example, we know that a woman’s testimony was not admissible in court. Why? Because of prejudice against women.

We say to ourselves, aren’t we glad we’re past all that? Yes, but here’s what we have to realize: God is deliberately working with people the world despises. The very first witnesses to his nativity and resurrection are people whom the world says you can’t trust, people the world looks down on.

Because we don’t look down on women today, we don’t look at this part of the story and realize what we are being told. But here’s what we’re being told: Christmas is the end of snobbishness. Christmas is the end of thinking, Oh, that kind of person.

You don’t despise women, but you despise somebody. (Oh, yes you do!) You may not be a racist, but you certainly despise racists. You may not be a bigot, but you have certain people about which you think, They’re the reason for the problems in the world.

There’s a place in one of Martin Luther’s nativity sermons where he asks something like, “Do you know what a stable smells like? You know what the family would have smelled like after the birth when they went out into the city? And if they were standing next to you, how would you have felt about them and regarded them?” He is saying, I want you to see Christ in the neighbor you tend to despise — in the political party you despise, in the race you despise, in the class of people you despise.

Christmas is the end of thinking you are better that someone else, because Christmas is telling you that you could never get to heaven on your own. God had to come to you. It is telling you that people who are saved are not those who have arisen through their own ability to be what God wants them to be. Salvation come to those who are willing to admit how weak they are.

In Christmas there is a resource for something most of us don’t even feel the need of. We might be able to admit we have trouble being vulnerable or that we need help handing suffering or that we need more passion for justice. But almost nobody says, “What am I going to do about my prejudice and snobbery? I really need help with that.”

Do you remember what an incredible snob you were when you were a teenager? Teenagers generally want nothing to do with people who don’t dress right and look cool. Do you think you ever got over that? You’re not really over that. You just found more socially acceptable ways to express it. You see, teenagers let that aspect of human nature out and don’t realize how stupid they look, and after a while they get rid of it. But really they are just papering over it. There are all kinds of people you look down on and want nothing to do with –and you know it. But in Christmas you have this amazing resource to decimate that — to remove it and take it away.

These are the gifts that come in the package of Christmas — vulnerability for intimacy, strength for suffering, passion for justice, and power over prejudice. And you are blessed if you open this gift and take it into your life. If you do, you’ll be blessed. You’ll be transformed.