I've never really liked Christmas. It stresses me out - decisions to be made on what gift to buy for whom, that awkward moment when a friend for whom you had not planned to give a gift gifts you, all the decorating fuss, the lack of objectively speaking good music on the radio or in church. It all combines to make me somewhat of a "grinch."
I often rail against the secularization of Christmas, against its pollution and the destruction of the "true meaning of Christmas." And yet, how often do I stop to consider for myself the true meaning of Christmas? Very rarely.
Christ become man. The God of the universe taking on flesh. Omnipotence becoming powerless. A revelation of the nature of God, of the nature of power, of the nature of love. Humility and powerlessness. This is love. This is God.
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