There is this story I’ve been reading a lot this week, that of the birth of a King, who left His Kingdom, came as a baby, born in a stable, laid low in a manger, wrapped in swaddling clothes. He is a King for all the world, yet so much of the world does not know Him. And some who know Him struggle to understand His coming. Why did He come? And if He is a king, why didn’t He come in a more glorious fashion?
For me, the story of Christmas goes back to one of the first verses I ever memorized in God’s Word:
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. (John 3:16)
For God so loved…that He gave.
This story of a King who left His heavenly inheritance to come down to a lost and dying world, all points back to love. The love of a Father, so strong that nothing would ever separate those who believe from it. And the way He came — lowly, humble, tiny, powerless (at least for a time), it helps me to understand that I don’t have to be anything big or powerful to come into His presence.
This Father, He draws us. Especially those who do not yet believe. I wonder, do they recognize their need of Him? Their need of a Father, one who loves them unconditionally, without expectation. Do they recognize their need of a Savior? One who came to set them free and bring them back to their Father’s house.
Today, I am embracing the simple joy of being loved. My Father in heaven loved me so much that He gave His son. I did not have to earn this gift of love, nor did I have to perform to deserve it. It was given freely. It was given without regard to what I do or don’t do. My past, present and future, good or bad, is held in the loving hands of a Father who will never turn His back on me.
I’ve spent my entire Christian life unwrapping this gift of love. Who am I that God would send His son, as a free gift for me?
As I prepare my heart to receive Him fully once again, surrounded by the love of friends and family, I reflect on the simple fact that I am loved.