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About reveds

Occupation: Pastor, Ebenezer Presbyterian Church, Lennox, SD Education: BS - Christian Education, Sterling College; MDiv. - Princeton Theological Seminary Family: Married, with Four children. Hobbies: Running (will someday run a marathon), Sci-Fi (especially Doctor Who and Sherlock), Theater, and anything else my kids will let me do.

Why I Hate Christmas

“And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts,
to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful.”
(Colossians 3:15 (ESV))

Okay, it’s not that I hate Christmas.  I love this time of year when the whole world seems to join in on the celebration of the birth of our Lord, we pastors have ample opportunity to remind our congregations to watch and wait for our Lord’s return, and I love the music, the lights and decorations.

So I don’t hate Christmas as much as I hate what I become at Christmas.  There’s something about Christmas that brings out the little kid in me.  No, I don’t mean the little starry-eyed cherub all bundled up for the winter, sipping hot cocoa while signing slightly off-pitch Christmas Carols.  I’m talking about that 5 year old terror on the floor in the toy aisle at the local department store, pitching an absolute hissy-fit over the toy that he absolutely has to have right now (even though Christmas is two weeks away).  You know the one.  That’s me.

Well, okay, I haven’t had a complete meltdown; but I know my heart, and I know that’s me.

And I am ashamed.  Christmas brings out the worst in me. I get greedy, manipulative, and I pout when I don’t get what I want.  I have become the Grinch.

And it disgusts me.  I know this isn’t what Christmas is all about.  I know that the gifts and the gadgets really don’t matter.  I know that what really matters is that God, in His love for us, came to be with us, as one of us, in Jesus the Christ, who is called Emmanuel.  I know that on that night, so long ago, the glory of God and the hope of the world came in the mystery of the Incarnate One; and I truly love that about Christmas. 

But that old, insatiable, gluttonous, and covetous beast within me always seems to get the best of me at Christmas.  This is why Christmas (that is, the commercial Christmas with presents and shopping and all of the trappings) is my least favorite holiday.  I would rather celebrate Easter – there are no presents exchanged, and if we can lose all that garbage about the Easter Bunny, its pure spiritual celebration of our Risen Lord.  And I love Independence Day.  Again, no presents, just patriotism and fireworks. 

So while it may sound simple and sappy, as though I were running for beauty queen, let me admit that all I really want, what I really need, this Christmas is peace.  I don’t mean world peace.  While that would be nice, knowing that we could live in peace and harmony with all mankind, knowing that my brother, and the rest of our armed forces could come home for Christmas, I know in reality that because of the brokenness of fallen mankind, that kind of peace will never happen until we finally enter the Kingdom of God.

No.  When I say I want and need peace, I’m talking about that peace of mind, that assurance of salvation, that contentment in the goodness of God, that satisfaction in His glory and grace that only comes by living in true communion with Christ our Incarnate Lord.  When I say I want peace, I mean peace from that maddening, driving, scrambling compulsion to have, be, and do more.  When I say I want peace, I mean that peace that abides in my spirit that comes from resting in the promises of God.  I’m looking for the peace that the angels proclaimed to the shepherds as they watched over their flocks at night, singing:

“Glory to God in the Highest
And on earth, peace among those with whom he is pleased!”

I know it’s a lot to ask.  That kind of peace is a costly gift.  It cost God the life of His Son.

I pray that this Christmas, I may truly enter into that peace that God has so richly offered in His Son.  And I pray you may know it too.

Grace and peace be with you!

SDG

He Came to Die

“And this will be a sign for you…”
(Luke 2:12 (ESV))

There is a difficult truth that we are reminded of every time a child is presented for baptism:  We are born sinful and in absolute need of a savior to deliver us from our sins.  It is hard to look at a beautiful new born child and see a sinner (a little easier at three months when you aren’t sleeping at nights and have been pooped, peed, and puked on), but the teaching of Scripture stands.

The Bible says that we are born sinners and that we are sinful by nature:

  • Psalm 51:5 says, “Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity, and in sin my mother conceived me.”
  • Ephesians 2:2-3 says that all people who are not in Christ are “sons of disobedience,” and “by nature children of wrath.”
  • Genesis 8:21 declares, “…the intent of man’s heart is evil from his youth.”

We don’t like to dwell on this truth of scripture, but if we deny it we deny the reality of our condition apart from Christ.  We are, from birth, sinful in nature, born into a fallen state, children of wrath.  We are, from birth, sinners in need of a savior.

And so it is all the more powerful when we consider that our Savior Jesus Christ, whose birth we celebrate every Christmas, was born to die.

When I was at Sterling College, I had the privilege of studying under Dr. Abraham Terian, a Biblical Scholar and Archeologist who was born and raised in Jerusalem.  He shared insights on the story of the Nativity from the Gospel of Luke that were revolutionary for me.  My mind had been so shaped by the renaissance period nativity sets that I had seen growing up, that I never considered what the nativity would have looked like in 1st century Palestine.

Dr. Terian taught us that the stable would not have been a barn like we use today, but most likely a cave or grotto with a gate placed in the opening to keep the animals in.  These caves were common in that region, and had a variety of uses – including burial. 

The manger in which the Christ-child was laid to rest would not have been made of wood like the ones you see portrayed today, but rather of stone.  Wood was scarce, and easily broken, while the large stone troughs would have been more durable, holding water and straw to feed the sheltered animals. 

Even the “swaddling cloths” were a sign of the Baby’s destiny.  In the time which Jesus was born, traveling was dangerous.  Travelers knew that they could get sick, or be attacked, and it was possible they might die on their journey.  To prepare for this possibility, travelers would  take a long, thin cloth and wrap it around their waist many times. This cloth would be reserved for death. If someone died during the journey, their friends or family would remove the “swaddling cloth” and wrap them from head to toe so they could compete the journey (which sheds some light on the story of the Good Samaritan – “and he fell among robbers who stripped him and beat him and departed, leaving him half dead”).  The “swaddling cloths” which Jesus was wrapped might have likely been the burial cloths that Joseph would have carried for himself.

In the Gospel of Luke, the sign given to the shepherds was that they would “find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger,” that is, they would find a child, wrapped in burial cloths, laid on a stone, buried in a cave.  Everything about this picture reminds us that the Christ Child, Immanuel, has come to die.

This isn’t the Christmas Story that we like to focus on.  Think about it, how many times do we actually sing the second verse of “What Child is This?”

Why lies he in such mean estate, where ox and ass are feeding?
God Christians, fear; for sinners here the silent Word is pleading.
Nail, spear shall pierce him through, the cross be born for me, for you;
hail, hail the Word made flesh, the babe, the son of Mary.

We’d rather hear about the angels singing “Glory to God,” about the love that came down at Christmas, about peace and goodwill toward men.  And well we should.  But the angel’s song, the love, joy, peace, and goodwill, would be meaningless unless there was also a promise of deliverance and salvation from sin.

Just as we are born in sin, Jesus was born to save us from our sin.  The One born with the gift of life came for those who were born in death.  This child in the manger is the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.

Celebrate Christmas.  Rejoice and be glad for your King has come.  But never forget that the One who came so meek and mild is the One who took the cross for our salvation.