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Shadows at Christmas



Felicitations! It’s Christmas!
Photos by FeyVored

Every year, I look forward to spending this time with loved ones, sharing happy moments, and laughing at  “Uncle Jokes" on Christmas. This season is filled with acts of service for the helpless, giving to the homeless, sharing what we have with the less-privileged, charitable deeds everywhere- isn’t that what Christmas is all about?

What does Christmas mean to you?

Christ is the reason to celebrate Christmas. His birth marks a pivotal point in history: the coming of a saviour who will take away all our sins and give us His life, reconciling us to God. Every Christmas, you and I should be reminded of this. Away in a manger, on a silent night, in a small town of Bethlehem, He was born as no ordinary child but He Himself being the Son of God and in fact, God-incarnate, God in flesh.

If Christmas to you is about thrills and wonder, what is more enthralling than the glory of Christ?

If Christmas to you is about exchanging meaningful gifts, what gift is more life-changing than the gift of Christ Himself?

If Christmas is about spending time with the people you love, consider that God has reconciled us to Himself, that we may be with Him every minute of eternity

If your desire is to give of yourself at Christmas, sacrificing time and possessions to make others happy, consider the price that was paid for your redemption, coming at the cost of Christ’s life

Everything we look forward to at Christmas is only but a shadow of the glorious hope we have in Christ. Just as we open our eyes with great excitement on Christmas morning, delighted to see what is waiting under the Christmas tree; I pray even much more, our hearts will be filled with great gratitude and awe of the gift of Christ.

No one says it like John Piper does:

"Jesus enabled us to receive reconciliation and open the gift. And Jesus Himself shines forth from the wrapping – the indescribable gift—as God in the flesh, and stirs up all our exultation in God.

Look to Jesus this Christmas. Receive the reconciliation that He bought, don’t put in on the shelf unopened. And don’t open it and then make it a means to all your other pleasures.

Open it and enjoy this gift. Make Him your pleasure. Make Him your treasure."
Have a Merry Christmas!
Love,
FeyVored

Comments

  1. Ponlexious24 December 2017 at 09:17

    Indeed FeyVored! Christ is the reason for the season! The ultimate gift of redemption. Quick reminder for all even as we dissect the turkey. Compliment of the season.

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