Christmas has come
and gone and what are we to make of it.
Pack up the decorations, put away the wreaths and haul the tree to the curb? I am always struck by the discarded Christmas
tree by the side of the road, once so treasured and gay, so filled with hope
and anticipation, now kicked to the curb like so much refuse. The contradiction seems almost unbearable, a hint
of heinousness, a revelation of coming doom.
Our town collects them in great piles behind the mall and shreds them
into mulch free for the taking. There are
two great truths of the gospel here
He
(Jesus) was despised and rejected--a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest
grief. We turned our backs on him and looked the other way. He was despised,
and we did not care.
Isaiah
53:3
Truly, truly, I (Jesus) say to you, unless a grain of wheat
falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much
fruit.
John 12:24
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