And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth. John 1:14
Each year I try to find new meaning in Christmas. Watch any Hallmark movie and it’s all about finding true love. They’re on the right track. It is all about relationships, but one in particular.
The reason for the season is to harken back to the day when Jesus was born. On that day, and for 33 short years, the “only begotten from the Father” pitched his tent (i.e. “dwelt” or “tabernacled”) on this globe. The people to whom he came looked upon God in flesh and blood. He walked and talked among them, and He was “full of grace and truth.”
Some saw through to his glory and followed him. Others could not handle the truth and set out to kill him. In the end, they did him in, but it was for that end he came, to die, then live, to establish my eternal relationship with him.
His is a remarkable story that’s all but lost today. But for his followers, Christmas only serves as a reminder that when he folded his tent, we were promised that he’d return in the same way he left. Acts 1:11