I’m never going to get over it. It will never cease to amaze me. And I will always be grateful that God gave His Son to us, all so we could revile Him and kill Him.
It’s not like God didn’t know how we would treat Jesus. He knew and gave His Son to us anyway.
I can’t wrap my mind around that.
Before you finished asking me if I would give up my son as a sacrifice to a bunch of people who wouldn’t even appreciate him, I would have said no and given you a piece of my mind. I wouldn’t even need time to consider the request. It’s a no brainer. No. Of course not. Never. Even if had a dozen sons and not just the one, I wouldn’t give up any of them. Nary a one. Nope. Not one. Not ever.
But God so loved the world He gave His one and only Son that whoever believes in Him will have eternal life.
And that’s why I love Christmas – because it blows my mind that God gave His Son to a humanity that clearly didn’t deserve Him but needed Him desperately.
Today as I celebrate Jesus’s birth, I can’t help but be awed not only by the miracle of a virgin birth, and not only by the humility of being born in a manger, and not only by the adoration of the shepherds and wise men, but also and especially by the loving sacrifice of the gift of a Son.