Sunday, December 23, 2007
A Letter from Whoville
In this is love: not that we have loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the atoning sacrifice for our sins. (1 John 4:10, NASB)
The Grinch is at it again--a backslider to be sure. He started out so well all those years ago--everyone in Whoville thought he had reformed, what with his heart having grown "three sizes that day." Alas, his Grinch nature resurfaced, leaving him greener and meaner than ever.
He's trying to steal our Christmas again. He just doesn't learn that Christmas is more than buckles, and bows and steaming roast beast. Christmas is You. You are the gift that cannot be stolen. You are the song that cannot be stifled.
I remember the story--how the very first Christmas you came to a world full of folk with very small hearts. How there was no room for a Baby like you, or your Mom, or the one you called Dad for awhile (I only have one Grinch to deal with. But you had a whole world full.) So, it seemed the very first Christmas would be sad after all with only the cows to welcome you, and a trough full of sneezy hay for a bed.
But you turned that first Christmas inside out. The darkness burned with light, the silence turned to song, and all the Grinches bought sunglasses and earplugs! But you loved them--blind and deaf to your light and your song, you loved them still.
So, I'm asking, dear Jesus, for something special this Christmas--but nothing to unwrap. Please give me a heart that loves Grinches--green, mean, and in between. For eyes that see what a Grinch could be, and for ears that hear a Christmas embedded in a grinchy taunt. Help me listen between the lines.
Help me be a Christmas gift. Like you.
Graciously given permission by the author, Dr. Reg Grant, to re-print from Dallas Theological Seminary's 2007 Christmas Devotionals.
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