I was thinking about this before I saw a neighbor's Christmas display which contained,
What really scares me about Christmas is not the thought of reindeer hooves damaging the roof, or of a fat elf coming down the chimney, or the thought of having to pry my presents from the vestigial hands of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but it is the thought that there is something that has come into this world that is so otherworldly, so powerful, and so beyond my ability to control it that I should be afraid for my life.
It is the thought that there is a God who could create my world.
It is the thought that this God could enter my world.
It is the thought that it isn't my world but His.
It is the thought that someone really does know when I have been naughty or nice.
It is the thought that if I believe in Christmas, then there is all that other stuff that I must believe.
It is the thought that if I believe in the baby Jesus, then I must believe in the man Jesus and all that God-incarnate stuff.
It is the thought that I must accept that He died on the cross for me.
It is the thought that I must lose my life in order to gain life.
It is the thought that Christmas convicts me.
And all this is a gift from above?
Scary, scary stuff.
Why can't I have Christmas the way I want? I would much rather have toys and candy canes.
God came down at Christmas with a gift far beyond anything I could have dreamed up or wished for.
And he sneaked in while I was sleeping and left it in a manger.
Have a Merry, Scary Christmas everyone!