“Christmas in July”

Though not recently, I’ve seen businesses advertise “Christmas in July” specials to draw customers in, but that’s not what this post is about.  On satellite TV, there was recently a series called, “Christmas Memories,” where for several weeks, they showed nothing but “Christmas” stories.  The thing is, there wasn’t a minute in that series, apart from a very occasional carol, that had anything to do with what Christmas is supposed to be about, namely, the birth of the Lord Jesus Christ.  There was all sorts of stuff about family and decorations and Santa and getting the right tree and restoring broken relationships, but there wasn’t even the obligatory nativity set somewhere in the background.

There’s not a verse of Scripture telling us to celebrate our Lord’s birth.  We don’t even know for sure when during the year He was born or even what year, for that matter.  He Himself told us to remember His death, not His birth.

His birth could only condemn us.

Why is that?

Because He demonstrated that it is possible for a [sinless] human being to be righteous and to live a blameless life.

The trouble is that we’re not sinless – or righteous or blameless in any sense that God will accept.

That’s why the Lord Jesus came into this world – to do for us what we could never do ourselves:  living a righteous life, and, failing that, to be able to provide the sacrificial death that could pay for our sins.

O that we might see that only in the Lord Jesus Christ is there salvation from the sin that plagues us, and will condemn us.

“Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved…,” Acts 16:31.



In Transit

Sorry to have been so long since the last post, but we’ve moved several hundred miles from where we were since then.  The last post gave some idea of what we were doing in preparation for the move.

This post is a little bit about the other end of that move.  We have arrived and are in the process of getting everything moved in – sort of.  I’m sitting here looking out a picture window at a beautiful panorama of snow-covered mountains, though there’s no snow here, thankfully.  It’s 102 degrees outside, but the humidity is only 20%.  I don’t remember it getting that hot in the 18 years we lived in Indiana, but neither do I remember humidity anywhere that low!  I think I’ve mentioned that one of the TV weathermen back there considered 55% humidity to be “refreshing.”

I’ve lived in this state, on and off, for about 40 years.  I’m home.

And yet…

I’m not.

Scripture teaches that this world is not our final abode.  It teaches that there is life, or at least existence, after death.  That there are places called “heaven” or “hell.”  That only through the Lord Jesus Christ may we enter the one and avoid the other.  My body and my mind are still adjusting to all the changes, but one thing that will never change is the certainty that this life isn’t all that there is.

In a very real sense, I’m still “in transit”.

So are you.

“Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved,” Acts 16:31.