It’s the day after Christmas. People are shopping with their gift cards, returning their ugly sweaters for the cool boots they really wanted, and moving back into the hustle and rush of their weekly activities.
As for me, I don’t want to move back, I want to remember. Jesus, the Son of God, came down from Heaven to be born to a virgin (foretold by Isaiah over 700 years prior), to live on Earth for 33 years; 3 of which were spent in full-time ministry, before being tried and convicted as a criminal, then hung on a cross. He rose from the dead 3 days later, victorious over the grave.
He came from there to here. He came for me, He came for you. I didn’t ask Him to come and neither did you. But He came anyway.
On December 26th I don’t want to act like nothing spectacular happened. December 25th was not just another day in history–it was the day when everything changed, from now throughout eternity.
Jesus came to us. We didn’t have to come to Him.
“God had to come near; though not because God couldn’t speak to us otherwise nor because God was incapable of touching the world from afar. As a Father who longs to gather his children together, God came near because each child matters. God comes to earth–God comes in person, in body, in flesh, –because bodies matter, because the Father longs to be near, because one lost, or one hurting, or one in need was one God would not ignore. Insanely, in fact, God comes near enough to lay down his life for each of these reasons.”1
And that is why December 26th and every day after, should be treated as the best days ever. Jesus came from there to here for you and for me.