This Christmas we celebrate the
introduction onto planet earth of the Real Deal; the one who, in three short
years of ministry, disclosed God to man in human form. We are constantly barraged by other offerings
that claim to be the real deal. But we
look upon these jaded offerings with skeptical eyes since they all eventually prove
to be dead ends despite the fact they are typically dressed in glitter and
gold. We’ve seen all manner of “isms”
come, flourish for a time, and perish. Life is brutally hard on those who claim to
bypass and surpass the divinity revealed to us over 2,000 years ago. Again and again, limping and swaying onward from
encounters with brave new worlds, we return to the simple truth revealed by the
one whose birth we now celebrate. One
thing that draws us to the Christmas season is its simplicity—born in a manger—and
its significance—trumpeted to the shepherds by a heavenly host. We are to look for the birth of wonder in the
disciplines of love. All other promises
of salvation though claiming sanction by principalities and powers are rooted
in death and decay. The Real Deal stands
firm surrounded by the debris of broken promises.
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