I love reading the Christmas story. I can just picture it. How scared the shepherds must have been to have angels, heavenly creatures, that have not been seen in over 400 years just appear. I would have thought that I had died, gone insane, or was dreaming. Either way, what a shock. I can imagine how excited the Angels were to be declaring the news of the gift that God was presenting His people. After all, they were the only ones who truly comprehended the true relevance to the gift. To Mary and Joseph, it was a miracle, something to be treasured. To the rest of the world something to watch and wait to see what comes of it all. To some a threat. No person was able to understand the importance of that small perfect baby.
Today we are so blessed to have a Bible at a hands reach whenever we chose to read it. We are more than capable to understand the miracle and touch the reality that God loves each of us as an individual. That He would have sent His son to live in this world and die that gruesome death for just one of us, but He did it for all of us. If we can't rejoice this Christmas, then we need to look deep within ourselves and search for what is missing. I may not have much in the opinion of this world, but I am beyond blessed with what God has given me.

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