But as a Christian, there is an entirely other magical element to this season. This is when everything changed over two thousand years ago. Christmas season marks the beginning of what would become eternal salvation for us. The virgin Mary became pregnant by the Holy Spirit and she gave birth to the son of God, Jesus. 33 years later, Jesus Christ would be crucified, buried, and then rise again to ascend into heaven. His whole purpose of being born was to die for us. And while it was just his physical body - his spirit lives on - what an incredibly difficult decision for God to make. That God loved the world SO much he was willing to give up his only son. An unbelievable sacrifice. He was born, to die, and as a result, my past sins are forgiven, my future sins will be forgiven, and I will get to spend an eternity in Heaven.
But who I've really been thinking of a lot this season is Mary. I guess its that whole new mom thing - identifying and sympathizing more with other mothers. What a horribly traumatic experience. To be pregnant out of wedlock, dealing with initial scorn and skepticism from others, including her betrothed, and later having to witness his death. She's a good woman, engaged to a good man, and one day and angel shows up and tells her that she will conceive, by the Holy Spirit. And yep, she gets to keep her virginity. And not only that miracle, but her son will be King of a neverending kingdom.
At this point, I'd be pinching myself, and trying to figure out who spiked my soup last night. Its all just a lot to take in. Keeping virginity? Visiting angels? Mother to the Son of God? ohhhhkay!
You know what Mary said? "I am the Lord's servant. May your word to me be fulfilled." That's faith. I envy her the ability to completely trust in what was to come. No skepticism, no doubt, no confusion. Pure faith in the Lord. And then, its time for Mary and Joseph to travel to Bethleham for a census. When I was pregnant, most days I couldn't be bothered to go down one flight of stairs to the kitchen - I'd send Tyler to fetch whatever it was I needed. And there isn't a lot of detail in the Bible on their journey, but I can't imagine it was easy. I also can't imagine that Mary complained.
They arrive, and there are no rooms in the inns. Not even the pregnant card could get her a bed. So they settle down for the night in a stable, when Mary goes into labor. I'm assuming, alone with Joseph. And let me tell you - labor is no joke. And there was no such thing as epidurals back then. So she's going through the pain of childbirth, but you better believe she's not yelling to God "You did this to me!!" Somehow, I picture her calm, praying, peaceful.
And then, all I can picture is the love. Holding your child for the first time is an incredible experience. You're holding this tiny creature that is your heart, in your hands, and the bond is instant and deep. But for her - its all of that, everything we fellow mothers get to experience, but even further, because her son was the son of God. The swelling of emotions, the crashing of everything around you - fear, hope, love, terror, sensitivity, anxiety, curiosity, love love love...
We often hear it said that Jesus is the reason for the season. We know that Christmas is Jesus' birthday (well, or close to it, anyway). But don't forget the big picture. Enjoy the holidays, but pull your family in close this time of year, and think of that heavenly family, two thousand years ago.
Merry Christmas.
“Glory to God in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”















