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Merry Christmas everyone! I have a little message for you guys!
But I know that everyone and their grandma has told you and posted on IG "Don't forget the True Meaning of Christmas!" to the point where it doesn't even really mean anything anymore!
So, I'm going to be same annoying everyone-and-their-grandma, in a different way.
Let's try our human best to look at it through Jesus' perspective. This is just my ideas, not what really happened or didn't happen.
This story does not take place on Christmas, (or the day He was really born, for that matter) but somewhere around nine months before.
As Jesus Christ in all His shining glory sits in His heavenly throne watching the universe, waiting to send Gabriel to tell Mary about her future virgin birth.
Perhaps He's thinking about what Christmas will truly mean years later.
Maybe He's thinking about what it really means to be Emmanuel, God With Us.
Maybe He considered that He would be born to a poor teenage girl who would be shunned by her family. (The word "inn" that didn't have room for Mary and Joseph, probably actually meant a "guest room" of the family! So Jesus may have been shunned by His own relatives as a bastard child!)
He considered the poverty that He, in all His mighty, beautiful splendor, would live in, under the household of a carpenter overtaxed by corrupt officials.
He considered the rejection and betrayal He would recieve, from His enemies, from His own disciples. One of them would rat Him out in the end as the rest ran in terror.
He thought about the whip. The beating. The spitting and mocking. The cross. How it would feel on His already torn apart back to carry that splintery wooden instrument of death, and have His hands and feet driven through and hang for our sakes.
He thought about all our failures, all the times we would betray Him too.
But He thought about something else.
You and me. Us together, with Him in Heaven, spending eternity together in absolute paradise. His creation in His image restored and saved from our judgment. And He decided it was worth it.
And that, as you have heard a billion times before, is the True Meaning of Christmas.