Oh what a gift Christ has given me! There are times that I can hardly comprehend what He has done for me. Coming to this earth as a helpless baby, to grow up in a fallen world. I wonder if He was ever impatient to grow up to do what He was called to do? Did He look around at the people who were dying in sin, trying so hard to accomplish the law and wish He would hurry and grow?
At night as I lay in bed I think over my day, and usually the things that stand out are the times that I was un-Christ like. Oh how I wish I would hurry and grow in Christ so that I wouldnt have to lie awake reliving my shameful moments. I can berate myself well enough without the help of the devil himself. While I lay there, feeling so small and ugly, a small voice says so simply, I love you still. I think about those words, and who is saying them, and I cry at His feet.
Even though I have not spent my entire day bringing Christ glory, He loves me still. Each day that he spent growing up to manhood, he loved me still. Every time he met my sins in others, and saw the destruction it brought, He loved me still. To the very day he hung on the cross for me, for you, and for the whole world, even while dying in a horrible agony, He reached out to the man beside Him and gave that man peace in death. He loved him still.
It doesnt matter to me what day Jesus was actually born. The question is do I believe that He as God came to this sphere of depravity as a tiny baby? Do I believe that He became a man so that He could become the once for all sacrifice for mankind in order to save their lives? Do I believe that He fulfilled every prophecy written about the Savior of the world? Oh yes, I believe! I believe because He loves me still!
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Have a blessed day! Tami