I was sitting watching a show yesterday at Sight and Sound Theaters with my parents. For those who have never been, it is a must! But we were watching a show called the Miracle of Christmas (basically it is the story of the Birth of Jesus with the addition of a few artistic liberties) But there was a part of the story after Mary had given birth to Jesus that the Shepherds come to visit, and one of the paternal figures of the Shepherds notices a shadow that is being casted right over Jesus’ manger bed. The shadow is in the shape of a cross. After this he begins a song about the how the babe, Jesus is resting beneath the shape of the cross, and while he is singing, a prop that resembles a wooden cross rises from behind the stable with red and brown coloring on it. Now I must confess that since this is my third time going to see the production, I am not completely engrossed with the content as I am with the production of what is going on. But in my visual wanderings of the cue of the angels flying of the balconies and my ears listening for the various harmonies of the company, I pick up a conversation of a mother and her little boy sitting right behind me,
"Mom whats that on the cross?" The little boy asked as he’s pointed towards the brownish red cross.
I could feel the mom was leaning closer to get a better glimpse of what her child was talking about, then she replied,
"That’s blood, baby."
"Oh…" the child said, somewhat dismissing the thought.
This cause my mind to wonder, “How many of us “seasoned” christians look at the birth, life, and yes the death of our Lord and Saviour the same way as this child? We’ve heard the story of Jesus so many times we can make little presentations on it for our sunday school classes in our sleep, but have we become stale to the miracle that is in fact Christmas: The birth of the God-Man?
Have we lost our flavor?
Do we commonly find ourselves singing songs like “Jesus is the Reason for the Season” on our way to church one minute then a minute later cursing someone out underneath our breath cause they just took our favorite spot in the church parking lot? Do we bless someone to their face and then behind their back with our circle of “friends” curse them? Do we; whether it be in sermon form, or in your quite time with Him or even when its his spirit pressing heavily on your heart, find his voice unbearably boring and resort to listening to ourselves?
Have we forgotten the reason why he was born? He was born to die, so we could be born again, to have a fresh start, a new season, or even A NEW YEAR. (Coincidence in the timing? I think not?)
I encourage you especially with the common ideal of “resolutions” (another day, another blog) to refresh yourselves with the REASON for our saviour coming to earth.
I pray that from this moment on, that REASON will remain fresh in your mind and that it will haunt you to no end. That it will bubble up inside you to the point that you overflow not with the staleness of your so-called “past” but with un-denying desire to salt the world with the Lords overwhelming flavor.
In closing thoughts I want to say Happy New Year to you all. From my past, my present and my future. To my family, to my friends and my acquaintances and my strangers. You are loved.
"For Sucha Time as This…"