I could easily find myself wrapped up in traditions at Christmas time. All of the excitement of finding the right gifts, decorating a tree and the house lead to a building anticipation and mark the coming of a renewed celebration. But what is it that I choose to celebrate?
I could point to many Christmases past and remember them fondly, once again savoring the spirit, reliving the joys and the excitement of moments shared. In this Christmas present, I could find genuine reasons to be merry in spirit while surrounded by children and grandchildren, making the most of precious time together and I certainly will. But if I celebrate the traditions of Christmas, if I find anything in the present more occupying, hold anything in my heart more dear, or let it overshadow the very thing I claim to celebrate in the commemoration of one particular event, I've settled for nothing less than a celebration of mere humanity.
The very word Christmas comes from the term Mass of Christ - a celebratory Mass held by followers of Christ in honor and celebration of His birth on earth and the humility of His choice to come as a savior of any who would accept Him. His birth was the arrival of the provision for man's possibility of redemption and reconciliation with Father God. Proven through the fulfilling of a multitude of prophesies and his later death and resurrection, Christ became the sacrifice and potential eternal salvation - the divine satisfaction of justice for mankind's crimes against Father God's eternal holy standards.
While I could choose to find myself occupied with other thoughts while claiming to celebrate Christmas, I will choose with strong intention to celebrate the arrival of the Son of God, the Most High, divine and eternal King of Kings, to forever save unworthy me...
...nothing less.
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