For me, I keep thinking about Herod and Jesus. And I keep seeing myself, sending out the decree to have all the children 2 and under murdered. Why? Because me and Herod aren't that different. How often have I felt threatened by Christ moving in my life, so I've put a pillow over my conscience and ignored the Spirit's cries. How often have I bowed to myself and in doing so, grieved the Holy Spirit. (which we are very clearly told not to do, "grieve not the Holy Spirit." Ephesians 4:30)
I am threatened by Christ because I must die so that He can live in me, so that I may fully live.
"He Himself bore our sins in His body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by His wounds you have been healed." (1 Peter 2:24)
And I can't stop myself from wanting to hug the manger with Christ wrapped in swaddling clothes, hold it tight to my chest because I know what is coming. Coming for me.
Jesus.
Born in a manger to die on a cross.
For me to live, to have power over emptiness and the grave!
"For we know that our old self was crucified with Him so that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin... In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus." (Romans 6:6-11)
And so my praise is loud! I can not celebrate Christ being born without celebrating His death and resurrection! Without celebrating my life, my future, my glory all wrapped up in Christ the Lord!
"For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life." (John 3:16)
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