Welcome to the season we all have eagerly awaited, the Christmas season. Christmas is the season of celebrating my freedom. This season, the birth of He who bridged Heaven and earth, is the epicenter of my faith. He came to feel my pain and offer me a new perspective on the outcome. He came to make Himself a tangible entity, a God who humbled Himself to know me greater that I might love Him more. No other God in history has offered Himself to those He loves such as the creator of the universe did for me. He came to bring an end to my captivity, to set me free.
Lost and hiding in the dark, you found me. Unsure if you looked for a while or if you knew my exact location, I suspected I outran you. I did not expect you to come to hell to find me. Deservedly scared and alone, my captor kept me shackled. A fitting punishment. I overheard you speaking with him about my ransom. It was costly, but you agreed to give your only son in exchange for my life. You said I was worth your sacrifice. The chains fell. I was free to leave.
Why set me free? Why give your only son after I took you for granted? I ran away, hid, cursed your name, and turned my back on you. I did not deserve freedom; I deserved the chains that bound me. You agreed, but you loved me beyond what I could see. You loved me immeasurably more than my angry stubbornness. My broken heart cried as you showed me my hope and my future.
My ransom came in the form of a baby born in a stable, laid in a manger. Surrounded by barnyard friends, the savior of my soul drew his first breath. Hope came to life. He shattered the dark, fulfilling promise and prophecy. The light of the world came to take my place one cold December night in the most humbling way.
Silently I wept, as I watched the scene unfold. How could you sacrifice that precious little boy for my cold, bitter heart? So quiet and innocent; his hands and feet were tiny. His eyes were so bright and unforgettable. All of Heaven rejoiced shouting “Glory to God in the highest” for the King of Heaven and Earth was born. And you gave him as my ransom.
How do I repay you? You secured my freedom; I’m forever in your debt. I have no silver, no gold; I have nothing to give. You lifted my tear-stained face and looked directly into my eyes while you explained why you gave your son freely. He was your gift to me, for me. In return, you wanted my acceptance of your gift, your child as my ransom. His life for my soul. You asked that I believe with all my heart that my debt was paid and live freely always remembering your sacrifice. I would never forget this baby in the straw, my forever Christmas gift. For he is called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. I fell to my knees in adoration. From the mountain tops, I would proclaim the story of how you paid my debt with your only son.
“She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus because he will save his people from their sins.” Matthew 1:21
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
May this Christmas and every Christmas serve as a reminder of Hope. The chains of my oppressor forever broken by the precious baby who paid my debt with his life, perfect love.
Welcome to the season!