It's Christmas.
Today is the day we celebrate Jesus' birth.
Last night I finished
Redeeming Love.
I had to. I wasn't going to be sulking around on Christmas in despair. It was 12:30 before I finished it. I couldn't let Angel, the name given to Sarah once she was sold into prostitution, live without knowing and understanding what freedom, true freedom was.
Free from the past.
Free from the ugly soul inside you.
Free from the voices demeaning your worth.
Free from guilt.
Free from the lies that say you can never be anything else.
Free to believe that Christ's love completes you and cleanses and changes everything.
Free to be grasp that if we are vulnerable to His love we will be forever safe.
Free to understand that we are undeserving of everything good; but that He gives it anyway.
After all thats what today is all about - isn't it?
Years ago on a moonless night stars shone so brightly - the air smelled strangely sweet and thick. There was something there, out there, somewhere. People from around the world came to the humble town of Bethlehem, a small town, their home town. Weary travelers came looking for places to lodge, inns filled quickly. The lit candles that were put in the windows to beckon drained sojourners for lodging were quickly snuffed out; there was no room.
Not only was Bethlehem a small town, but in this small town in the humblest of dwellings is where God said, "this is where I choose to become a man." God, the Maker and Creator of the universe chose to come to a humble town and stay in the humblest and dirtiest places; a stable.
A place for animals. It smelled, it was dirty, and it was cold. Yet He chose to come there - He chose to
hang there, He chose to come
here; my heart.
My heart - in me! As dirty and filthy as I am - He chose to come to me.
But am I willing? Will I light the candle in the window and say yes come in Jesus, there is room for You? Will I be willing to become open and vulnerable so He can come in? Angel wouldn't. She wouldn't open her heart and love, in fear of letting someone in, you could get hurt. But when she didn't the darkness taunted her; demeaning her, feeding her lies and making sure her defeats had been known.
But at last - last night in the wee hours of the morning as I read of California in the late 1800s, Angel made room, for once she opened the door, lit the candle in the window and ask for God to come in and minister to her hurting soul. He did. He came. He came in and where He is no darkness can be. Nothing to taunt her, degrading her - Sarah was free when she let Him in - Angel found true freedom for the first time. Because He came.
I want to be free - I want to believe. I want the taunting to stop, the lies to go away and the darkness gone. I will
make room - I will hold my candle high and say, "Jesus there is room for You here!" I will chose to live forgiven and free.
And today I celebrate that He came.
In a manger, in a stable, in a humble town, to a gruesome cross, a cold grave and alive again. And in my heart.
Thank you Jesus for coming so many Christmas' ago. Come into my heart once more and make me Yours; because Jesus, there is room here!
Merry Christmas and Blessings on your New Year!
- In Him