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The Greatest Gift
Reading Selection for December 25th
“Today”
Luke 2: 13-15 (NLT) – 13 “Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others—the armies of heaven—praising God and saying,
14 ‘Glory to God in highest heaven,
and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.’
15 When the angels had returned to heaven, the shepherds said to each other, ‘Let’s go to Bethlehem! Let’s see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.'”
The angel tells the shepherds, “…peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.” Jehovah Shalom the God Who is Peace was pleased to come to us, to come for us, to come in us.
Love was pleased to come for us. It wasn’t drudgery. It wasn’t a last ditch effort of a reluctant Savior. It wasn’t the act of an exasperated Father to say, “I told you so.” He was pleased to come for us. To rescue us. To deliver us. To restore us. To save us. Us, the broken, sinful, forgotten and hurt. Us, the one’s with nothing to offer, nothing to give, but our own filthy rags.
Us, the beloved creation of Creator God.
I love this line from “Hark the Herald Angel Sings,”
“Veil’d in flesh, the Godhead see;
Hail, th’incarnate Deity:
Pleased, as man, with men to dwell,”
He was pleased to come, as a man, for you and for me.
Advent is here. He has come, for you. He’s standing at the door of your own version of a stable, will you let Him in? Don’t worry about the smell. Don’t worry about the animal dung. The straw all over the floor’s just fine too. He doesn’t need a place to sit. He’s not interested in the pretense or the view. He’s come just for you. He’s pleased to be here.
Receive Him.
And if you need words to celebrate His arrival, maybe these by Charles Wesley will help:
Hark! the herald angels sing, –
“Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.”
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th’ angelic host proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem.”
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!
Christ, by highest heav’n adored:
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favored one.
Veil’d in flesh, the Godhead see;
Hail, th’incarnate Deity:
Pleased, as man, with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel!
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!
Hail! the heav’n-born Prince of peace!
Hail! the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die:
Born to raise the sone of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!
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