Came Down

Came Down

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Came Down

"No one has ascended into heaven but He who descended from heaven, the Son of Man,” John 3:13, ESV.

"For I have come down from heaven, not to do My will, but the will of Him who sent Me,” John 6:38, ESV.

"And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth,” John 1:14, ESV.

"I came from the Father and have come into the world, and now I am leaving the world and going to the Father,” John 16:28, ESV.

Jesus came down from heaven to earth to bring us good news. “The Savior is born!”

What an amazing gift from God the Father. He gave His only Son to right the wrongs mankind has inflicted on the earth and each other. I don’t think we really realize the depth of death we have been delivered from. We will understand in full at the moment of our own passing. Suffice it to say—it is the greatest of all gifts.

To us this day is born in the city of David, the Savior. The Savior. The One who rose from the dead to give us life, and to take away death’s sting.

Apparently, Jesus now shares His birthday with another who came down, Santa Claus. Santa came down a chimney. He is a man-made gift to each other with a sleigh filled with presents. Gifts of sorts.

However, the thrill of these gifts won’t last long, and probably won’t fulfill the longing of one’s heart like Jesus’ gift. Even though many of us seek that feeling every year.

Why does man try to mimic the splendor of God? Why does man attempt to recreate feelings only possible through God’s glory?

Because we know it’s special. We want the short cut without doing the worship.

Jesus was our first Christmas present, and He arrived with a host of angels declaring His arrival. A true Christmas miracle.

We can still experience this awe, by worshiping the One who came to earth. Or we can turn on a Christmas movie and try to be lifted out of our sadness or shame with distraction. If we could be elevated to lasting wholeness via Santa and a movie —that would be a Christmas miracle for sure.

I still hang up my stockings by the fireplace, but I don’t have false hope in doing so.

I will also sing “Happy Birthday” to the King of kings, because He is my hope. Jesus, the author and protector of my faith. Born a baby, died for all as a man.

“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace,” Isaiah 9:6, NIV.

Jesus came down from heaven to earth to bring us good news. “The Savior is born!”

What an amazing gift from God the Father. He gave His only Son to right the wrongs mankind has inflicted on the earth and each other. I don’t think we really realize the depth of death we have been delivered from. We will understand in full at the moment of our own passing. Suffice it to say—it is the greatest of all gifts.

To us this day is born in the city of David, the Savior. The Savior. The One who rose from the dead to give us life, and to take away death’s sting.

Jesus shares His birthday with another who came down, Santa Claus. Santa came down a chimney. He is a man-made gift to each other with a sleigh filled with presents. Gifts of sorts.

However, the thrill of these gifts won’t last as long as we hope and probably won’t fulfill the longing of one’s heart like Jesus’ gift. Even though many of us seek that feeling every year.

Why does man try to mimic the splendor of God? Why does man attempt to recreate feelings only possible through God’s glory?

Because we know it’s special. We want the short cut without doing the worship.

Jesus was our first Christmas present, and He came down with a host of angels declaring His arrival. A true Christmas miracle.

We can still experience this awe, by worshiping the One who came to earth. Or we can turn on a Christmas movie and try to be lifted out of our sadness or shame with distraction. If we could be elevated to lasting wholeness via Santa and a movie —that would be a Christmas miracle for sure.

Yet, I still hang up my stockings by the fireplace, but I don’t have false hope in doing so.

I will also sing “Happy Birthday” to the King of kings, because He is my hope. Jesus, the author and protector of my faith. Born a baby, died for all as a man.

“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace,” Isaiah 9:6, NIV.

Father,

All I can think to say is, thank You.

Thank You.

Thank You.

Amen.