Oh, how He loves us so!

This Christmas season I have been overwhelmed at the thought of what Christmas is really about. The King of Kings and the Lord of Lords left His heavenly thrown and the angels worshiping Him day and night to become a helpless infant: totally dependant, sitting in his own excrement, crying because cutting teeth hurts, living a perfect, sinless life, loving on scoundrels for 33 years, to eventually die a very painful, humiliating death. And all for us. I understand why that sounds too crazy to believe for some. The idea of a Servant King is completely ridiculous in this world, and it isn't until we know who our Saviour is that we can believe this amazing story. But how can those of us who know the truth make Christmas about anything else? The magic of Santa to a three-year-old is so precious and I don't want to take that away from my children, but I need to do a better job of teaching them what Jesus did for us. I need the Lord to help me grasp the magnitude of His sacrifice before I can help others to do it. Oh, that this Christmas would be different, and that we won't get lost in the gift-giving and Santa, and that we would take this season to honor and glorify the Lord for how He loves us so.