On Christmas, Christians celebrate their savior’s, Jesus Christ, birth. It was on this day that God humbled Himself into human form and was born to a couple, in a manger because there was no room in the inn. At my grandfather’s Catholic church this morning, in the midst of the standing, the kneeling and the priest’s (the good-looking 26 year-old priest… may I add) homily, I really started to think about Christmas. There’s been a movement in American Christianity to “take back the season”, “keep Christ in Christmas”, and I completely understand this desire – this idea that we should be focusing on Christ – Him as the gift – during the holidays, not food, clothes and Santa, but are we still getting it wrong? Yes, Christ is the reason for the season, but isn’t He also the reason for life? Can’t it be Christmas everyday?

John 1 states, “In the beginning was the Word and Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made, without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it” (v. 1-5). Okay, there’s a lot in that. My finite brain can’t comprehend an infinite God, nor can I do this verse justice without theology background, but it’s quite clear to me that “the Word”, “He” and “Him” that these verses mention are Jesus. Jesus is not only the son of God, HE IS GOD. All through the Old Testament, prophecies point to this and the New Testament is full of evidence that proves this, even to a skeptic like me.

So Jesus Christ is God.  Jesus was born on Christmas, that should be celebrated, and it should, but His glory is something worthy of worship every day, not just December 25^th or the month of December. Everyday. Because December 26^th doesn’t change the fact that Jesus was born and eventually died to save sinners. I’m as much of a sinner on December 25^th as I am on June 3^rd, just like my sins are paid for because of my God’s perfect sacrifice, not just on Christmas or Easter, but every other day of the year. So, as much as I may be tempted to wake up on Christmas 26^th, bummed because there aren’t presents under the tree, and depressed because I actually have to work out to burn off all the calories from Christmas cookies, I’m going to remember that I have the gift of eternal salvation. Everyday. Not because I deserve it, but because of grace. It’s can be Christmas every day in my heart.