The greatest gift of all and it’s yours
We at Feather Publishing want to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas. We hope that you enjoy a holiday filled with warmth and joy. As has become our custom, we asked a member of Plumas County’s clergy to provide a Christmas editorial for us. This year, Reverend Karen Watson, of the Greenville Methodist church, submitted the following:
One Christmas, many years ago, we gave our 3-year-old son a fire truck that he could peddle around like a tricycle. It was too large to gift wrap so we put a big bow on it and placed it, unwrapped, under the Christmas tree. It was the first thing he saw Christmas morning when he walked into the front room where the family had gathered.
His eyes grew wide. He went around the room asking the same question of each of his relatives.
“Is this your fire truck, Uncle Neil?”
“No, Michael,” came the answer.
“Is this your fire truck, Aunt Louise?”
“Is this your fire truck, Grandma?”
Once again, “No, Michael.”
Finally after questioning each family member, he burst into tears, much to our surprise. “What is wrong?” we asked, rather perplexed.
He sobbed his answer, “I just wanted to know who it belongs to so I could ask if I could sit in it.”
When we replied it was his, a look of wonder appeared on his tear-streaked face.
“It’s mine? All mine? He could not begin to grasp his good fortune.
“… I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people; to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord. (Luke 2:10, 11)
Some 2,000 years ago a baby was born in the lowliest of conditions. His parents were just ordinary folks. He seemed to be only another poor couple’s baby. Nothing extraordinary — just one baby boy among many.
Whose baby was this, anyway?
The shepherds asked, “Whose child is this of whom the angels sing?” How surprised they were when they were invited to come and see.
The wise men wondered, “Whose child is this whose star burns so brightly in the night sky?” They came to find an answer for themselves.
A frightened King Herod asked, “Whose child is this?”
And centuries later a song writer asked, “What child is this who, laid to rest, on Mary’s lap is sleeping?
To a world broken by sin, God answered, “This is your child, your Savior, all yours to hold in your hearts. This is Christ your King, who has come humbly into the world to reconcile all things to himself. Dry your tears. He is all yours!”
This is the glorious message of Christmas. God’s gift of love is all yours! You do not have to have permission to come to him. God’s gift to you is his Son and he is all yours!