Since it’s Christmas, you can understand. That story has been around for a while—a
couple of millennia, actually. We know
the characters and the plot. The young,
virgin mother. The faithful and willing
stepdad. No vacancy in the inn. Labor
and delivery in the barn. The sleepy shepherds.
The bright angels. The rush to
town. And the baby “wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a manger”(Luke 2:12). Every year, the same story is told over and
over and over. Pageants portray it. Choirs sing it. Artists paint it. Teachers tell it. Pastors preach it. And it never gets old.
I always knew the story—at least I don’t ever remember not
knowing it. I recall Christmas when I
was three or four, standing on the fireplace hearth with my older brother and
sister quoting the story for our grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Each family did something special at our
Christmas celebration. Some sang. Some shared. Ours quoted.
Luke 2:1-20. Still do—every year
before we open presents, now with the kids being our own and us being those
middle-aged parents! It’s a special part
of Christmas, but it’s more than tradition.
It’s truth.
Good stories don’t grow old, and God’s story never
will. For ages to come and into
eternity, we’ll be telling the story over and over and over—noticing the
details, singing along with the soundtrack, quoting our favorite lines,
enjoying the plot, delighting in our favorite characters, and being utterly
amazed that the Author of the story (who’s also its biggest star) wrote us into
it. “For
unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior.”
The Christmas Story.
Learn it. Love it. Live it.
Again and again!
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