Persons quizzical about why Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ might find the following an explanation. One reason is they believe He was born in accordance with accurate prophetic teaching.
“There is born to you this day in the city of David, a Savior, who is Christ the Lord” (Luke 2:11).
Lewis Pasteur explained how a virgin could conceive and bear a child when he said, “Laws of nature are a comfort zone designed for our comfort by God. They are not a straight-jacket for Him.” God abrogated the laws of natural procreation and Jesus was miraculously conceived.
May the following give Christians cause to rejoice and others a better understanding of why they do.
While Rome was busy making history — Immanuel, God arrived.
While man was trying to make himself god, God made Himself a man.
While the world reeled from portentous gods like Caesar, Alexander the Great, and Herod the Great, the world overlooked Mary’s little lamb.
It was as though trumpeters of eternity took their stance on the turrets of time to herald Messiah’s birth.
That night a band of angels extolled, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men” (Luke 2:14).
Then all heaven broke out. The Ancient of Days became a newborn that night.
A dark night’s sky formed a canopy for the light of the world.
The fountain of life nursed at a virgin mother’s breast.
He was as old as His Father and eons older than His mother. He who in eternity leaned on the beast of His Father, in time nursed at the breast of His mother.
In that moment of time God grabbed the love initiative and chose to live in our world. There in Bethlehem the potter stepped into the clay.
Jesus was royalty born in a barn.
In Bethlehem the great “I am” became captive to time. The vastness of eternity was squeezed into a moment of time.
He who had existed from everlasting-to-everlasting was reduced to living moment-by-moment.
He who the universe could not contain now was restrained by the walls of a stall.
No wonder the skies burst into joy — joy to the world.
Before the child born that night ended His earth walk He left footprints in the Judean sands and stained the grey stones of Calvary with His red blood.
For believers and those who do not share those beliefs there is enough love to be shared.
I will not wish a Merry Christmas. There is something about that word “Merry” that seems to offend some people. Therefore, I wish you a Blessed Christmas.
(i>The Rev. Dr. Nelson Price is pastor emeritus of Roswell Street Baptist Church.