The Cross, the Manger, and the Tomb

“How proper it is that Christians should look toward the future…for the manger is situated on Golgotha and the Cross has already been raised in Bethlehem” (attributed to Dag Hammarskjold).

I heard a sermon once where the pastor drew a parallel between the stone manger that Mary and Joseph laid Jesus in as a baby and the stone tomb that Nicodemus and Joseph of Arimathea laid Jesus’ body in after He was crucified. Note: the manger was more likely made of stone because the animals would have destroyed a wooden feeding trough.

When we see a sweet little Jesus baby in the manger of our nativity, we can forget that the purpose of Him being born into this world was to die for our sins. Simeon even prophesied to Mary that a sword would pierce her heart, pointing to the moment she would witness her own Son on the cross.

Really, Christmas and Easter aren’t two different events. They are the beginning and ending of one event. God planned before the foundation of the world that Jesus would die for us in our place. Before sin even existed, a remedy was already in place. Jesus slain from the foundation of the world is how the Bible puts it.

It’s just as important to remind people (including ourselves) of our need for the gospel just as much on Christmas as on Easter. While it might seem more appropriate to preach an evangelistic sermon after we celebrate the empty tomb, it works just as well when we bow before the manger with the child born to be a sacrifice.

I hope this Christmas we don’t just celebrate part of the story of the incarnation. While it’s more pleasant to focus only on Jesus as a tiny infant during this Advent season, we must remember that that infant became the man who perfectly obeyed God’s law at every point and fulfilled God’s righteous requirements in our place. He then took the punishment for our sin that we deserved and died in our place. That’s the whole Christmas story just as much as it is the whole Easter story.

Thank You, Jesus, that you were born to die so that we who have died in our sin might be born again and have eternal and abundant life forever. Amen.

The Glorious Impossible

“He by whom all time was made became Man in time; that He, in His eternity more ancient than the world, became inferior in age to many of His servants in the world; that He who made man became Man; that He was formed in the Mother whom He Himself formed, carried in the hands which He made, nourished at the breasts which He filled; that, in the manger in mute infancy, He the Word without whom all human eloquence is mute wailed?” (St Augustine of Hippo).

Somewhere out there on the interwebs is a much longer version of this homily. It goes into greater detail about how the creator of man became a man and He who formed life was born and died so that we could be made alive.

This begins to touch on what God did for us. He showed us through His incarnation that truly nothing is impossible to the one who believes. Christmas is proof that no darkness is too dark for light to overcome.

Philippians 2 says it best:

In other words, adopt the mind-set of Jesus the Anointed. Live with His attitude in your hearts. Remember:

Though He was in the form of God,
    He chose not to cling to equality with God;
But He poured Himself out to fill a vessel brand new;
    a servant in form
    and a man indeed.
The very likeness of humanity,
He humbled Himself,
    obedient to death—
    a merciless death on the cross!
So God raised Him up to the highest place
    and gave Him the name above all.
So when His name is called,
    every knee will bow,
    in heaven, on earth, and below.
And every tongue will confess
    ‘Jesus, the Anointed One, is Lord,’
    to the glory of God our Father!” (Philippians 2:5-11, The Voice).

Christmas Night of Worship

It’s been a while since I attended a night of worship, but I think tonight qualifies as my first ever Christmas Night of Worship. There’s something powerful about declaring the might and majesty of God out loud with a multitude of other believers, especially in the season where we celebrate the arrival of Emmanuel who forever altered and changed the course of history.

There was a good mix of old and new with songs that were overtly Christmas-themed and songs that weren’t but felt very appropriate in the context of Christmas worship. It was the first but I believe not the last as I hope that this will be the new tradition at The Church at Avenue South going forward.

This is why gathering as believers is so vital. It’s one thing to praise God by yourself, but something almost miraculous happens when we stir each other in worship and community. Hearing all the other voices emboldened me to want to sing louder and more passionately.

I’m so thankful for such an amazing staff and worship ministry at my church. Not only to come up with the idea but to pull it off in the midst of a crazy and hectic December schedule blows my Baptist mind. I feel so blessed to call Ave South my church home.

I hope and pray that you belong to a community that doesn’t shy away from singing Scriptural worship music. I hope that you will be intentional this season about singing as loud as you can, whether you consider yourself a good singer or not. After all, the Bible tells us to make a joyful noise.

Being able to sing on key and in tempo is not a requirement to make a joyful noise. You don’t need a music degree or even any musical knowledge at all. All it takes is a heart full of gratitude and a reckless boldness to open your mouth and let your praises pour forth. The sweet aroma to God isn’t from the perfect pitch or the beautiful melodies but from hearts so captivated by grace that they can’t help but sing.

Never Too Late

“It makes me smile to think there’s a grinning thief walking the golden streets of heaven who knows more about grace than a thousand theologians. No one else would have given the thief on the cross a prayer. But in the end, that is all he had. And in the end, that’s all it took” (Max Lucado).

We speak a lot about salvation by grace through faith alone, but then turn around and talk like it was something to be earned or deserved. Have you ever heard anyone say something along the lines of, “Well, if anyone deserves to be in heaven, it’s . . .” followed by someone who has recently passed away.

But that’s just it. No one deserves to be in heaven. That’s why it’s called grace. We didn’t get what we deserve. I will never side with karma, because I know if I got what I deserved, it wouldn’t be heaven or anything close to it.

I remember Alistair Begg’s illustration about the thief on the cross. He pictures the angels in heaven questioning the man who had been crucified next to Jesus immediately after he arrives in heaven. They ask him all kinds of questions like “Do you know what justification by faith means?” and “Do you understand the doctrine of Scripture?” to which the man gives a blank stare.

Finally, an angel asks him, “On what basis are you here?”

The man says, “Because the man on the middle cross said I could come.”

That never fails to move me. If anyone is a case study for salvation by grace through faith alone and not by works, it’s this guy. He was a sinner right up until moments before he died. He never had time to get down off the cross and attend a Bible study or get baptized or take communion or join a church. We only have his one request to Jesus: “Remember me when you come into Your kingdom.”

That’s it. In that very moment, Jesus told him that he would be in the same Paradise as Jesus. In the moment the man died, he was instantly in the presence of Jesus and forever and fully justified, sanctified, and glorified.

That means it’s never too late for anyone reading these words to turn to Jesus for salvation. It’s never too late to recognize that you are like the rest of us and have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. It’s never too late to admit that you’re a sinner, repent of those sins, believe with your heart that Jesus died for those sins and rose again, and confess Jesus as your Lord and Savior.

If you believe that and want to pray these words, you can be saved. Not because of saying words or praying to God but by grace through faith. Here’s the prayer:

“Thank you, God, for loving me, and for sending your Son to die for my sins. I sincerely repent of my sins, and receive Christ as my personal savior. Now, as your child, I turn my entire life over to you. Amen” (from At Home in Mitford, Jan Karon).

Spinning the Christmas Spirit

For those who keep up with these blog posts of mine, you know my new favorite hobby is spinning vinyl. In non-hipster lingo, that means playing records. Now that we’re in Advent season, I love being able to drop the needle on a Christmas LP and let it take me away.

I have a mix of old and new, standard and obscure, secular and sacred. It’s the soundtrack for the season. So many of these songs take me back to my earliest memories of when I was little and hearing them for the first time. Suddenly, I can see some of the faces that had faded from my memory. I remember names I’d forgotten and miss those whom I loved who aren’t here anymore.

I love how even the most secular of artists will include a sacred selection or two. After all, it’s impossible to have Christmas without the Christ-child smack dab in the center of it all. I get that the season has been secularized and commercialized into insanity, but the music always seems to bring me back to the true meaning of what Christmas is all about.

I’m sure one of the reasons so many love music is that music originated in heaven and will be one of the first things to greet the new arrivals in heaven the moment they slip into eternity. Music is the language of heaven, so any music, no matter how far removed from its sacred origins, is a shadow and a reminder of what’s to come. I believe the best of the music here will be among the songs we’ll hear and sing around the throne of God.

So I’ll be spinning those Christmas records from now through Christmas until at least the Epiphany on January 6. Maybe even beyond if I don’t get tired of them by then. And I’ll be loving every minute of it.

Behold the Lamb of God 2025

“Gather ’round, ye children, come
Listen to the old, old story
Of the pow’r of Death undone
By an infant born of glory
Son of God, Son of Man” (Andrew Peterson).

This time marks 4 years in a row that I’ve gone (and 5 total if you include my first time ever back in 2011). It’s one of my favorite Christmas traditions and tonight was a prime example of why.

Hearing the nativity story set to music is always welcome around this time of year. It’s a refreshing reminder of what Christmas is really all about. And no, the story never ever gets old, no matter how many hundreds or thousands of times I’ve heard it over my lifetime.

It’s about the Infinite becoming an infant, God becoming small. It’s about the Lord of all the Universe being born to a peasant couple and having a manger for a bed. The more I think about it, the more it blows my mind that God would do something like that for the likes of you and me.

So God willing, I plan on going back next year and the year after that for as long as I’m able and as long as it’s still a thing. There’s something about hearing the old, old story told again and again that makes me thankful that now it’s my story and I’m a part of His story.

Simplify Christmas

“Who can add to Christmas? The perfect motive is that God so loved the world. The perfect gift is that He gave His only Son. The only requirement is to believe in Him. The reward of faith is that you shall have everlasting life” (Corrie ten Boom).

We make Christmas about so many things and put so much effort into making everything just right and every little decoration perfectly placed. That’s all well and good, but not when it leads to seasonal anxiety.

Christmas is God so loved the world. The only gift that has ever really mattered arrived in Bethlehem, was laid in the straw in a manger, and grew up to be the Savior of the world. All the other gifts ever given are well and good but also nothing if we forget the greatest gift ever given.

I think we need to slow down this Christmas season and savor the gift not under the tree but laying in a manger. We need to spend less times making and checking lists and make a point to bow in humble adoration before the infant King who is the entire point of Christmas.

The absolute greatest gift God has given us is eternal life through knowing that same Jesus, born in Bethlehem so long ago, as Savior and Lord. The absolute greatest gift we can ever give to anyone else is introducing them to this Jesus so that they too can know Him as Savior and Lord.

While I love all the trappings and glitter that come with Christmas, don’t let it be a beautiful bow on a perfectly-wrapped gift box with nothing inside of worth. Let’s make it about Jesus this time and be sure to come and adore Him on bended knee as Christ the Lord.

Overwhelmed with the Goodness of God

Since my brain has left the building, I’m borrowing from one of my favorite writers, Ann Voskamp. May this bless you as it has blessed me:

“Hey Soul? so you know how there’s that weight that can hang on the edges of you, so you just keep holding your breath, so you just keep forgetting to breathe?

Feel the weight of all that melt like thinning snow in the heat of His words for you right now: “I will bless you.” (Genesis.12)

He will not burden you. He will not break you. He will *bless ­you* —­the God of invincible reliability, the God who has infinite resources, the God who is insistent love. You can always go ahead & ­breathe—­He will bless. You can always breathe when you know all is grace.

And that is exactly the order of grace. . . .

Notice how the personal blessings envelop you first —-

Then you will be a noticeable blessing sent out into the world.

That is the gentle soul-talk for today:

‘I will let myself not be overwhelmed with the season, but be overwhelmed with the goodness of God,

*so I can then overflow with the goodness of God to others.*

I will be experienced as a blessing *by others, to the extent I have slowed down — and counted blessings — and first *experience myself as blessed.*

The greatest gift God graces a soul with is His own presence.

~ excerpt from bit.ly/GreatestGiftforyou

www.TheGreatestChristmas.com

A December Peanut Update

In case you’re wondering where Peanut is, look for the lump in the middle of my bedspread. That lump was hibernating. That’s what Peanut does when it gets cold outside. Or hot outside. Or anywhere in between outside. Basically, she loves to be undercover.

I said this about my previous cat Lucy, but I really think that in a 24-hour day, Peanut gets about 23 hours and 45 minutes of good napping in, with margin in her schedule for a good snack or two and possibly a zoomie (if she feels like it).

Right now, she’s zonked out on the back of a chair and inspiring me to do the same very shortly. I don’t know where they came up with the term cat nap, but I think whoever decided that was a good term for a short rest never met an actual cat. Cats take whatever is the opposite of cat naps. They might have cat wakings, brief annoying moments of consciousness in between naps.

I suppose being 8 years old is tiring enough for any feline, but to be cute and cuddly on top of that is too much. It must be exhausting. Hence all the napping and hiding underneath covers. It’s a tough life, but somebody’s gotta do it, right?

The Lines of Your Likeness

“Oh Lord Jesus, deepen in us our knowledge of you. You have made the first lines of your likeness upon our character; go on with this work of sacred art until we shall be like you in all respects. We wish that we had greater power in private prayer, that we were more often wrestling with the covenant angel. We long for the Word of God to be more sweet to us, more intensely precious—that we had a deeper hunger and thirst after it. Oh, that our knowledge of the truth was more clear and our grip of it more steadfast.

Teach us, oh Lord, to know the reason of the hope that is in us, and to be able to defend the faith against all objections. Plow deep in us, great Lord; and let the roots of your grace strike into the roots of our being, until it shall be no longer I who live, but ‘Christ who lives in me Amen’” (Charles Spurgeon).

I love that imagery. God is chiseling away at His child. With each hammer blow, a little bit of me falls away and more and more of His own likeness remains. What must seem like chaos to the created is simply creation to the One who made us.

The end result is “no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.” That means less and less selfishness and petty anger and more and more love, joy, peace, patience, and all the other fruit of the Spirit. The less of me saying and doing what I don’t really want and not doing and saying what I truly desire, and the more I find the life of Christ within me taking root and taking over.

Lord, help Your children to endure patiently as You chisel away all that does not look like You or reflect Your glory. Remind us of the finished product that we are becoming that is worth whatever painful blows and patient waiting we endure. In the morning, You will see Your likeness in us and be satisfied. Amen.