Christmas Night

ChristmasNightIt’s Christmas night.

The midnight hour has chimed and I should be asleep, but I’m awake. I’m kept awake by one stunning thought. The world was different this week. It was temporarily transformed.

The magical dust of Christmas glittered on the cheeks of humanity ever so briefly, reminding us of what is worth having and what we were intended to be. We forgot our compulsion with winning, wooing, and warring. We put away our ladders and ledgers, we hung up our stopwatches and weapons. We stepped off our race tracks and roller coasters and looked outward toward the start of Bethlehem.

It’s the season to be jolly because, more than at any other time. We think of him. More than in any other season, His name is on our lips.

And the result? For a few precious hours, our heavenly yearnings intermesh and we become a chorus. A ragtag chorus of longshoremen, Boston lawyers, illegal immigrants, housewives, and a thousand other peculiar persons who are banking that Bethlehem’s mystery is in reality, a reality. “Come and behold Him” we sing, stirring even the sleepiest of shepherds and pointing them toward the Christ-child.

For a few precious hours, He is beheld. Christ the Lord. Those who pass the year without seeing Him, suddenly see Him. People who have been accustomed to using His name in vain, pause to use it in praise. Eyes, now free of the blinders of self, marvel at His majesty.

All of a sudden He’s everywhere.

In the grin of a policeman as he drives the paddy wagon full of presents to the orphanage.

In the twinkle in the eyes of the Taiwanese waiter as he tells of his upcoming Christmas trip to see his children.

In the emotions of the father who is too thankful to finish the dinner table prayer.

He’s in the tears of the mother as she welcomes home her son from overseas.

He’s in the heart of the man who spent Christmas morning on skid row giving away cold baloney sandwiches and warm wishes.

And He’s in the solemn silence of the crowd of shopping mall shoppers as the elementary school chorus sings “Away in a Manger.”

Emmanuel. He is with us. God came near.

It’s Christmas night. In a few hours the cleanup will begin—lights will come down, trees will be thrown out. Size 36 will be exchanged for size 40, eggnog will be on sale for half price. Soon life will be normal again. Decembers generosity will become January’s payments and the magic will begin to fade.

But for the moment, the magic is still in the air. Maybe that’s why I’m still awake. I want to savor the spirit just a bit more. I want to pray that those who beheld Him today will look for Him next August. And I can’t help but linger on one fanciful thought: if He can do so much with such timid prayers lamely offered in December, how much more could He do if we thought of Him every day?


From God Came Near ©1986, 2004 Max Lucado (Thomas Nelson) Used by permission

Comments

  1. 7 months ago
    stephanie smith says

    I am so thankful that I too depend upon the lord every day! I can’t make it without him. Every breath that I take I need the lord. My prayer for 2014 is to get closer to the lord to let him lead and guide me. The lord has blessed me so much towards the end of 2013. I know that he is aligning me for what is to come for 2014! I am blessed, I am blessed I am truly blessed! Thank you Father God for your many blessings. In Jesus name, AMEN!

  2. I am so thankful that HE is a part of my life EVERYDAY and not just on the day of His birth or the day of HIS resurrection. My prayer this Christmas is that some of these will be led to Christ and be saved so that they can enjoy the eternal gift God gave us by sending His only Son. That is Love in the true sense. Have a most blessed Christmas!

  3. 7 months ago
    Paula Mitchell says

    Fabulous! Thank you! Merry Christmas!

  4. 7 months ago
    Pat Ivie says

    Thank you Max. I love the good will seen in unlikely places and people at Christmas. I too savor it today. Oh that we would see Christians speak blessings every day on the needy and downcast!