More often than not, rejecting rescue is in reality rejecting our need to be rescued. And it may very well be that is why so many reject Christmas.

What we’re searching for will determine where we arrive, or if we arrive. And right in the middle of such risky choices, Christmas is God perfectly solving the problem by showing us what to search for and then bringing it to us.

The most formidable way to lead is to serve. And while the perplexing oxymoron of such a grinding statement absolutely cripples us, it birthed a Savior.

The Christmas story is penmanship of the most brilliant sort, where God crafted a beginning that would never be subject to an ending.

I am not the sum total of my accomplishments, for no matter how much I exhaust myself acquiring those accomplishments, the sum total of them will always be far too trifling to ever reflect my true value. My value rests in the fact that I am an accomplishment of God so incalculably valuable that He gave up Himself rather than give me up.

The worst defeat of all is to surrender without having been defeated. And it is Christmas that obliterates both.

If I worship the fact that I don’t worship anything, amongst other things what I’m worshipping is denial.

Where there is no hope, there is Christmas. And where there is no Christmas, there is no hope.

This is the wonder of Christmas, that in the solitary form of an impoverished infant God has handed me everything that I could never create so that I can be everything that I could never be.