Through the eyes of men an utterly irrational birth followed by a terribly improbable execution are miscues of the most pathetic sort. And all I can say is that I’m immeasurably thankful that I’ve been given access to the eyes of God.

The drum to which we march reveals the conductor to whom we’re listening.

Maybe the greatest thing that I can be thankful for is the fact that God set aside a generous slice of eternity in order to create a world with brimming with amazing things to be thankful for. And because He did, we have fooled ourselves into believing that we had to create the art of being jaded just to cope.

Maybe the greatest thing that I can be thankful for is the fact that God set aside a generous slice of eternity in order to create a world brimming with amazing things to be thankful for. And because He did, we have fooled ourselves into believing that we had to create the art of being jaded just to cope.

To deny the battle is unwise. To believe that I can fight it without God is insane. To actually do so is suicidal. No wonder so many of us walk around looking like death warmed over.

Frankly, I’m not all that certain that I would die for me, which makes God’s choice to do so both confusing and beautiful.

Why was God born in a borrowed barn to two impoverished teenagers in a town far off the pages of commerce and industry? Because true greatness will always shed the mantel of privilege in order to meet us in the muck of our lives.

Throughout our lifetime many people come ‘to’ us. But if they haven’t come ‘for’ us the coming doesn’t matter. And I would have us carefully consider that Christmas is God perfectly doing both.

One of the greatest lies is to believe that we don’t have value. One of the greatest mistakes is to act on that belief. And the greatest liberation is found in looking at the cross of Christ and realizing the enormity of the lie.