Christmas Eve. Another year almost gone. I think how excited I used to get as a young child, then teen and my early 20’s. While in Germany I found myself questioning the value of holidays in 1971. I had just turned 21 and I found Christmas to not be any different than any other day.

Yes. Without the birth of our Savior we would not have had the blood offering He gave during Passover. Just as the Jewish people put the blood of lambs over their doors in Egypt and were saved by doing so, we must bring to life inside ourselves that the blood of Jesus was spread over us to forever forgive us of the sin nature left as our inheritance of the first Adam’s fall.

I’m encouraged afresh every day by His birth. Not just one day. I’m encouraged that He gave His life for you and me every day, not just one day. I esteem no one day above another as we should wake up every day with the same feelings. As we get older we realize the mortality of this body we use to carry us hither and fro on the planetary terrain. The knowledge of salvation becomes more astutely aware as age stacks up against us. To walk this earth is a challenge against circumstances to improve us, not hinder us, but it also sharpens our sword to battle our enemies.

One day we shall put off this body for an eternal body. Mature yourselves through the trials and it will be to your advantage in the next life. Yes, Jesus was born, yet He was born to die for us. He’s not just a baby anymore.