By Joel Hess –
The house was decorated for Christmas. Santa Claus figurines, branches of evergreen, and ceramic angels were sitting on every table, shelf and mantel. And of course, there was the mighty Christmas tree standing in the corner with bright greens, yellows, reds, blues and purples lighting up the warm house while the snow fell outside.
Yet amidst the joyous sights of a December evening in northern Michigan, a man lay on a hospital bed with his family surrounding him. In the peaceful advent evening the ghostly sound of a man’s last breaths interrupted all our holiday preparations. Christmas would now forever be tainted by this day, this death, for this family who held tightly to their dear father, whispering goodbyes in his ear.
It all seemed out of place; the cheerful ornaments and the grey wrinkled hand of the old man, the cinnamon candle burning on the desk and the smell of medicine and hospitals.
They didn’t belong together.
Once again, another Christmas ruined by death: forever staining the memories of these people, forever dimming their Christmases.
On top of the tree I saw a white fragile angel blowing a trumpet.
Then I remembered;
“Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.”
Death hasn’t interrupted Christmas! O no! Christmas has forever interrupted death!
Just as the Savior interrupted the cycle of sin and death when He was born. What an odd sight indeed! God and sin, Divinity and dying. God, mingling His life with ours even bleeding on the cross and laying in a grave.
What better time for this forgiven child of God to die than Christmas time. From now whenever they remember his death they will remember Christmas; the coming of God into our world, the birth of a Savior who came not to be adored by healthy, sinless, happy people, but to save the dying, helpless, broken, sinful humanity.
Christmas literally robbed death of its power over this man’s family, even this man! Every Christmas they are reminded of their father’s salvation!
Christ’s birth gives us reason to have joy and peace even at the grave. Christ has taken away our shame and returned our immortality! Because of Christmas this dying man’s family looks forward to a joyful reunion; an everlasting Christmas feast! Come, Christmas Savior!
If Christmas belongs anywhere it belongs where ever death is knocking, or sin is creeping. If Christmas is for anyone, it is for the lonely, the dying, the helpless, the guilty and ashamed, the lost and forgotten.
To them the Angel announces – Do not fear.