Tuesday, December 26, 2006

He Came to Divide

Little babies hold all the promise of life. With their entire future ahead of them, it is hard to imagine how they might affect the world that they live in. Will this little one be a great author? A teacher? Perhaps a great doctor or scientist? A preacher of the gospel? It is hard to answer those questions because the story has not yet been written.

Yet when Christ came as a little baby, His life story was already written, prophesied about in the Old Testament writings to the Jews, and anticipated for centuries. Thought the Jews looked forward to the coming King they were totally unprepared for what Jesus came to be. Being born of a virgin in a little manger of Bethlehem was hardly fitting for the one on whose shoulders the government would rest. A homeless traveling teacher was not exactly what the Prince of Peace was pictured as. But to top it off, his death as a common criminal was the final straw for even his most loyal followers. Indeed, what the Jews were looking for was not what they got. They wanted a King; they got a sacrifice—a sacrifice that drew a line in the sand of humanity.

The little baby did not come to unite the world in peace and harmony. As he said, he came to bring a sword that would divide even families. You see, this baby named Jesus came to be a dividing line between those who have eternal life and freedom from sin and those who spend eternity separated from God in hell. The line is drawn through faith in Christ alone for salvation.

Each person must come face to face with his need of Christ and cross the line to faith in Christ as the only Savior from sin. He calls for us to leave our own efforts to please God and trust in what He has already done for us.

At this Christmas season, we rejoice in the Christ of Christmas. He is the only hope for this fallen, broken world that we live in. He alone can give us life and freedom from sin if we will trust him.

1 comment:

MICHAEL said...

About 3 years ago I dropped into a black hole – four months of absolute terror. I wanted to end my life, but somehow [Holy Spirit], I reached out to a friend who took me to hospital. I had three visits [hospital] in four months – I actually thought I was in hell. I imagine I was going through some sort of metamorphosis [mental, physical & spiritual]. I had been seeing a therapist [1994] on a regular basis, up until this point in time. I actually thought I would be locked away – but the hospital staff was very supportive [I had no control over my process]. I was released from hospital 16th September 1994, but my fear, pain & shame had only subsided a little. I remember this particular morning waking up [home] & my process would start up again [fear, pain, & shame]. No one could help me, not even my therapist [I was terrified]. I asked Jesus Christ to have mercy on me & forgive me my sins. Slowly, all my fear has dissipated & I believe Jesus delivered me from my “psychological prison.” I am a practicing Catholic & the Holy Spirit is my friend & strength; every day since then has been a joy & blessing. I deserve to go to hell for the life I have led, but Jesus through His sacrifice on the cross, delivered me from my inequities. John 3: 8, John 15: 26, are verses I can relate to, organically. He’s a real person who is with me all the time. I have so much joy & peace in my life, today, after a childhood spent in orphanages [England & Australia]. God LOVES me so much. Fear, pain, & shame, are no longer my constant companions. I just wanted to share my experience with you [Luke 8: 16 – 17].

Peace Be With You
Micky