Christmas Eve is filled with anticipation. In my childhood, I'd incessantly plead with my mom to open a gift during the day, often with limited success. Dressed in our best, we'd head to church early, seeking seats in the midst of the overflowing crowd. The central passage, a familiar one, is Luke 2. The reading of this chapter brings to mind the image of Linus from "A Charlie Brown Christmas" explaining the true meaning of Christmas.
The first Christmas contrasts the modern ones etched in my memories. Today, we enjoy the luxury of instant heat, twinkling lights on our trees, an abundance of gifts, and the enticing smells of a ham and turkey dinner, served with a variety of irresistible desserts. In stark contrast, Jesus entered the world without such comforts—no hospital, not even a room with a bed. He was born in a stable, surrounded not by family and friends but by shepherds working at night. How fitting that Jesus, the Good Shepherd, was welcomed into the world by those who tended to sheep.
While we revel in the joy of family, exchanging gifts, and indulging in festive feasts, let's pause before the day gets busy with life. Let's remember the one who gave His life for us. Take a moment to read Luke 2:1-21, reflecting on the humility and significance of that sacred night.