We are now just days from Christmas! And the “chatter” goes on about who’s saying “Merry Christmas” and who isn’t.
Is there a better way of resolving this?
Jesus
IS! The reason
FOR! the Season!
Do we really “get” that?
I’m convinced that we don’t.
I also believe that when we grasp what Jesus’ coming is about our words – greetings … casual conversations … expressions of thoughts and feelings – will flow with new clarity and life shaping conviction. Our Christmas will be beyond “merry.”
Think about it!
This is what the Angel – Gabriel – said to Mary. “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you." “Mary,” we’re then told, “was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be.” “But the angel said to her, ‘Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favor with God. You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end.” “How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, "since I am a virgin?" “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God.”
Think about it!
Contemplate it!
Meditate on it!
This is
EPIC!
COSMIC!
“Now,” I ask, “What sort of words and greetings broke from the lips of the people involved in this the greatest event in Creation’s History?"
Gabriel’s words were always the same. “Do not be afraid!” Zechariah, the soon-to-be Father of John the Baptist, Christ’s forerunner, was “paralyzed with fear,” when the Angel appeared. Gabriel’s words to him were, “Do not be afraid!” Mary was “thoroughly shaken.” “Do not be afraid,” Gabriel reassured her. The Shepherds, outside Bethlehem that first Christmas Eve, were “terrified” at the appearance of the Angel. “Do not be afraid,” he said.
At what point in Christianity’s celebration of the Birth of Christ was the fearsomeness lost? When, if at all, have you even thought to say to someone at Christmas, “Don’t be afraid,” unless, perhaps, someone with whom you share a bank account or credit card just went into spasms at the sight of your arms full of many, large packages?