Isaiah 7:14 (ESV)
14 Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel (God with us).
Deuteronomy 18:15 (NIV)
15 The Lord your God will raise up for you a prophet like me from among you, from your fellow Israelites. You must listen to him.
Luke 1:34-38 (NIV)
34 “How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?”
35 The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called[a] the Son of God. 36 Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be unable to conceive is in her sixth month. 37 For no word from God will ever fail.”
38 “I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May your word to me be fulfilled.” Then the angel left her.
We knew he was coming for quite a while, but he came in a way we didn’t know. We thought he was going to be a king to restore the kingdom to its proper place, and instead he created a new kingdom – one that’s been embraced and rejected at the same time.
It’s a mysterious time of the year. No, December 25th probably isn’t the exact date Christ was born, but we know he was born and lived. What’s important – the date or the did? Here we have tons of proof of his existence, more copies of the bible than any other ancient work we take as gospel, yet some doubt. Not me.
“So much pain and so much darkness in this world we stumble through, all these questions I can’t answer. So much work to do.”*
We’re called to live a godly life. We all are. Not just believers, but all of us. Some of us reject the calling and choose to live for ourselves. It’s part of the rejection. It’s also very sad. We could be so much better than we are, yet we choose not to. We choose the world we live in by what we do – or don’t do.
“When I get where I’m going, on the far side of the sky, the first thing that I’m gonna do
is spread my wings and fly.
I’m gonna land beside a lion, and run my fingers through his mane, 0r I might find out what it’s like, to ride a drop of rain.
Yeah when I get where I’m going, there’ll be only happy tears, I will shed the sins and struggles I have carried all these years. And I’ll leave my heart wide open I will love and have no fear, yeah when I get where I’m going don’t cry for me down here”*
Just broken 