My friend, may I ask you a question? If God doesn’t work through Madison Avenue and He could care less about our billboards and magazine ads, how does He touch our hearts with the Christmas message? Is it that He prefers cold and lonely hearts, barren but willing to offer what they have, to publish His message of Christmas?
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Wouldn’t it be great if every subdivision yard throughout the country had those little blue and white yard signs that say, “Keep Christ in Christmas?” Or those bumper stickers that say “Jesus is the Reason for the Season?” What a wonderful Christmas holiday it would be if all the liquor ads on roadside billboards were replaced for the month of December with colorful displays of angels, shepherds and Christmas stars. Can you imagine driving along the major highways and never seeing one smiling Santa drinking a Coca-Cola or your friendly car dealer asking “wouldn’t you like one of these under your tree?” Wow! Perhaps then, when the true message of Christmas couldn’t be missed by anyone, then we’d finally get it right. Right?
When you come right down to it though, God doesn’t work through Madison Avenue and He could care less about our billboards and magazine ads. It’s hearts, cold and lonely hearts barren but willing to offer what they have, that He prefers. The world has no regard for God and He has no regard for it. Let it do as it pleases. If they want to put up liquor bottles and over-powered, gas-guzzling automobiles on their billboards, so be it. God doesn’t need their roadside signs. And He doesn’t even need our little yard signs. His message gets through without all these things.
We see Christ in Christmas not because a star has guided us there, but because God has silently taken us by the hand and led us there. He uses His ways, not ours. We are led to a lowly manger not because of what a Christmas decoration or a movie have revealed to us. These things serve only to enhance what God has already put deep within our hearts. The message of Christmas has no regard for tinsel, lights and glitter. The message of Christmas comes quietly like the softly falling snow and peacefully as the sheep grazing upon a Judean hillside on a starlit night. As the Shepherds joyfully spread the message to a world that wasn’t interested in it, so should we. If only a handful react with joy, that is victory enough. We know Christmas because it knows us. Deck the halls? You bet! It’s fun to do. Put Christ back in Christmas? He’s already there. When we look within our hearts, we will find Him. Merry Christmas!
We pray. Dear Father, the message of Christmas is simple–we have a Redeemer, a Redeemer who is willing to take on our sorrows, our griefs, our lonely and hurting hearts, and make them His burden for us. When life becomes burdensome, even brutal, He steps in and carried our load of grief and pain for us. When we find ourselves burdened by sin, our lives pitted and stricken with the consequences of our own mistakes, we know that our Redeemer lives and He will lift us up. That is the message of Christmas. We don’t need O Lord a billboard or a Christmas party to put us in “the Mood” for Christmas. Our hearts know on cue that the Christ has come and will come again. We need no longer carry the burden of sin and shame in our lives. He will do that for us. We praise You O Lord for Your mercy and kindness. Thank you for Christmas and hearts that are cleansed and spirits that are lightened in the message of redemption and grace. In Jesus Name! Amen.
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