Christmas

Angels announced His birth.

Shepherds stood in awe.

Wise men would travel to worship Him.

A king would try to kill Him.

Satan would scheme against Him.

And Mary quietly “pondered all these things in her heart.”

But long before any of that happened, God had already revealed something remarkable through the prophet Micah:

The promised Ruler would come from a tiny town called Bethlehem.

Christmas was not an accident.

Bethlehem was not an accident.

And the baby lying in the manger was not merely another child.

He was the eternal Son of God who humbled Himself, entered His creation, lived among sinners, and ultimately went to the cross in our place.

Yet every Christmas, it’s possible to become so busy buying gifts, preparing meals, decorating, traveling, and making memories that we almost miss the One everything is supposed to point toward.

So as Christmas approaches, perhaps we need to ask:

Could the Greatest Gift be getting lost in all the gifts?

And what would it look like to slow down long enough to do what Mary did—to ponder what God has done?