Once again, I marvel that I am alive to celebrate another Christmas.
No, I'm not dying.
Well, yes, I guess we all are.
Rather, that by God's grace I have survived another year.
With a daughter who's a Paramedic, I know how often people don't.
By now you are probably thinking, "Well, this is a not so merry Christmas message!"
It's not meant to be.
Because Christmas isn't about merry. Jolly. Holly. Whatever.
It begins with the messy birth of a baby.
And travels on through the slaughter of innocents.
And ends with a horrifying crucifixion on a cross.
Christmas drew a dividing line between hopeless and hope.
Between lost and found.
Death and life.
He left His Home in Glory to give us the greatest gift ever...