Thursday, December 18, 2014

December 18th: The Reason for Our Hope

When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them.”  Luke 2:17-18

I love that the shepherds did not keep the good news of Christ’s birth to themselves.  They did not simply share the news of the birth of a child.  They also shared what the angels had told them; that a child had been born in the town of David and he was Christ the Lord. 

I have no doubt that the citizens of Bethlehem were very familiar with the prophecy in Micah 5:1-2.  When you live in a small town, any bit of notoriety is latched onto and turned into a local legend when all is said and done.  They knew that the next ruler over Israel would once again come from the little town of Bethlehem, just like King David.  So when the shepherds started spreading the word, I am sure it spread like wildfire.  Everyone wanted to be the one that shared the news that the Messiah had been born in Bethlehem, even if they might not entirely believe the shepherds’ story.

The verse says that they were amazed, not that they all headed straight to the stable to see for themselves.  If this had happened, I would think Luke might have mentioned an impromptu pilgrimage to see the Christ child by the townsfolk.  Yes, they were amazed, but were they convinced?  Did they take the word of some smelly, scruffy shepherds who might be punch drunk from too little sleep, or did they just ponder on it for a while and then logically dismiss it as improbable?  Unfortunately, most of them probably fell into the “logically dismissed” category.

Things are not much different today.  Each Christmas, churches around the world tell the story of the Christ child born of a virgin in a stable and laid in a manger.  They share why he was born and that he came to be Immanuel, “God with us.” Sermons and songs tell of how he forsook the throne room of heaven for the dirt roads of Palestine so that he could die a horrible death on a Roman cross.  All so we could be seen as righteous, as white as the snow.  Inevitably, if the sermon is well done, his death and resurrection are shared as “the rest of the story” as Paul Harvey used to say.  The audience is then dismissed with a verse or two or three of Silent Night by candlelight and wished a very Merry Christmas and a very blessed New Year. 

But then what?  Were the twice-a-year attenders (you know, the CEO crowd…Christmas and Easter Only) any more amazed than they were last year? Did the story stir something deep within their souls or did they walk away once again humming Christmas carols as visions of sugar plums danced in their heads? 

I bet the shepherds were just as frustrated as Christians are nowadays.  They had just seen the Christ child.  Shared stories of visions of angels with Mary and Joseph.  Worshipped the newborn King of Israel.  And no one was really buying their story. 

Yep, it was a great bedtime tale, maybe even a nice made-for-TV movie, but nothing compared to Moses and the Red Sea or Joshua bringing down the walls of Jericho.  No one believed God would send the next King David to be born in a stable filled with animals.  Nope, he would be heralded by more then some sheepherders.  Kings and nations would announce his arrival and tremble in fear.  Their king would not be born in a barn.

Everyone from pastors to little kids sharing their faith at school know the frustration of telling someone about Christ and getting a tepid response rather than the jumping up and down with joy one would expect.  And so, like the shepherds, we go back to our daily lives/tending our sheep and save our incredible news for two Sundays a year.  Expecting the world to jump with joy when they hear the news that their Savior has come, but getting only a few muted and non-committal responses, we get discouraged and wonder if we are doing something wrong. 

We forget that the Spirit of God must move the hearts and souls that hear the message that we share.  Remember, not just the angels were there with the shepherds, but the glory of the Lord, the Holy Spirit was there also.  We must never forget, that just like the shepherds, we are nothing but the humble messengers.  All the heavy lifting of burdens and sins is done by God himself, we are here to share with, and pray for, this weary world.  

Don’t be discouraged.  He goes before you and the battle is His.  Share the good news of Christmas and Christ’s birth, and of Easter and Christ’s death and resurrection.  Share it every chance you get.  Everyday and every month of the year-not just in December, March or April.  Don’t worry about what others will think, we aren’t here to win a popularity contest.  We are to be gracious and bold in our witness, but never, ever afraid. 

Always be ready to share with someone “the reason for the hope that you have.”  He is our hope and our salvation (Psalm 25) and He alone is why we celebrate. 

“Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” Matthew 28:19-20

Down in a lowly manger
Our humble Christ was born
And God send us salvation,
That blessed Christmas morn:
Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

When I am a seeker,
I seek both night and day;
I seek the Lord to help me,
And He shows me the way:
Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

He made me a watchman
Upon the city wall,
And if I am a Christian,
I am the least of all.
Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born

December 17th: Anticipating Christ in Christmas

“Now there was a man in Jerusalem called Simeon, who was righteous and devout. He was waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was upon him. It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not die before he had seen the Lord's Christ.” Luke 2:25-26


We don’t know much about him, and what we do know is contained in ten verses in Luke. We do know that he was righteous and devout. That was saying a lot about a man back then. That is probably saying a lot about a man today.  And he was waiting for the “consolation of Israel,” or in other words, the comfort of Israel.

He was awaiting the arrival of the Messiah, and the Holy Spirit revealed to him that he would not die before his eyes had seen God’s Son. I cannot imagine the anticipation Simeon must have felt knowing that sometime before his earthly life was over, he would lay his eyes on the Savior of Israel. We do not know when the Holy Spirit revealed the news of upcoming events to Simeon, but Luke’s description of a “righteous and devout” man seems to imply that he was preparing himself to meet the Messiah.  One does not generally become “righteous and devout” overnight.

His anticipation led to his preparation. Preparation to be in the presence of his Messiah.

Christmas is about Jesus coming to be with us here on earth.  It is about us receiving His gift of salvation so that we can come into His presence.  It is about being in the presence of our Savior. 

What is driving your preparations for Christmas this year? The long to-do list stuck to your refrigerator? The “Dear Santa” list that your child asked you to mail to the North Pole? The traditions of your family? The expectations of friends and relatives? What is fueling your desire to celebrate Christmas?

In our house, my children begin the long, long journey to Christmas morning somewhere around the middle of March. I have received the first rough draft of a Christmas list by the end of March, and the negotiations begin shortly thereafter. Of course, the older they get, the shorter the list but heftier the price tag. There will be a brief lull in the “I-wants” about mid-July when costume planning for Halloween takes over. Then the calendar rolls over to November 1st and preparations for the “big” day are once again underway. A “revised” Santa list is presented to me for the official mailing deadline, although further revisions will be attempted (not a problem when you procrastinate), and every waking moment seems to be about the arrival of Christmas.

I sometimes marvel at the combination of impatience and joy that overtakes them in the days leading up to Christmas. They cannot wait for Christmas morning to arrive, but they are truly reveling in the anticipation also. To them, the anticipation is all part of the excitement of experiencing Christmas with all the trimmings.

Unfortunately, somewhere between childhood and adulthood, our anticipation for Christmas morning morphs into exasperation. We begin to dread the 1st of December because it arrives with a very long to-do list that we have to accomplish in 24 days or less. We begin to look forward to the day after Christmas because that means the chaos is over, at least for another eleven months. We are consumed, not by the holiness of the season or the true meaning of Christmas, but by the need to decorate our home perfectly, to write the perfect Christmas letter, to bake the perfect Christmas feast, to provide the perfect Christmas gifts, and to do all of it with perfect Christmas cheer.

Somewhere along the way, our preparations lose the anticipation. That is what our children enjoy the most, the anticipation. They are anticipating the fulfillment of their greatest hopes and desires. We, on the other hand, anticipate exhaustion, big bills, cranky relatives, extra pounds, and after-Christmas sales. Often, without even realizing it, that is all we are looking forward to on December 25th.

Maybe it is time we changed our perspective. Maybe all our preparations should be focused on our anticipation. Think about Simeon. He was preparing for the day he would meet Christ the Lord, the Savior of Israel. He had no deadline to work with, but preparations were made nonetheless. It could be tomorrow or 30 years down the road. Simeon did not care. He was preparing to be in the presence of His Savior. His preparations were defined by his anticipation.

At some point we have to return to the anticipation of our childhood, not focusing on the childhood fantasies, but the reality of Christmas: the sacrifice that was wrought for our salvation; the pain that was to be endured for our hearts; and the love that was freely given for our acceptance. These are the realities of the first Christmas. The realities that bring us to our knees at the foot of a wooden manger to once again worship our King.

As the worship of our Savior takes center-stage in our Christmas preparations, our anticipation for Christmas itself will once again be defined by the joy of a child, by the longing of our souls and our heart’s greatest desire. And that desire is to simply be in His presence. This longing and its fulfillment is what make us complete.

If we take the time to prepare our hearts to be in His presence, our anticipation for Christmas will be transformed and restored. Who knows we may even experience a little bit of that wide-eyed wonder of our childhood.

A young couple walks through the temple door carrying salvation in their arms,
A sight for old eyes, redemption draws nigh in the guise of this little baby boy,
The prophesies are weaving together and the waiting is coming to an end,
God promised I’d see his messiah with these failing eyes before I went home, and God kept his word.

They brought him to me for a blessing, with no idea of the blessing they bring,
Two doves as a ransom for their little lamb who will break their heats but redeem their souls.

You can take these eyes, for I have seen your salvation,
Oh, and you can take this breath, and bring me at last into your peace,
Oh, and you can take these hands, for I’ve held the light of the nations and the glory of your people, Israel.

He is called “Jesus,”
Son of David, son of Joseph, son of God,
He is called “Jesus,”
The prince of peace and the holy one of Israel,
Messiah, redeemer and king,
He is called “Jesus,”
God’s word made flesh for me.

He’s the promise made flesh for me.

He Is Called Jesus
~Todd Agnew~

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

December 16th: What Do We Believe About Christmas?

“So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby who was lying in the manger.” Luke 2:16

I wonder if the shepherds truly expected to find a babe wrapped is swaddling cloths and lying in a manger. What was running through their minds as they headed into Bethlehem? Did they grasp the significance of the event? Did they know that the promised Messiah had arrived in Israel?

I can only imagine the look of astonishment on their faces as they arrived at the stable behind the inn and found exactly what the angels described. A baby wrapped up and lying in a feed trough. Did they bring up the subject of him being the Messiah with Mary and Joseph?

Ummmm…this might sound crazy, but earlier tonight some angels, well we think they were angels…they were really shiny and they sung incredibly well, told us where to find you and your baby. They also said something about him being a Savior and Christ the Lord. We know, we know, sounds totally crazy, but, ummm….anyhoo, is he? We mean is he really the Messiah all of Israel has been expecting? Is he the Savior?”

As they stood in wonder before the manger, or knelt as we like to believe, did they understand that God had become man? Did they worship him as Lord of all or just offer their congratulations and go and tell their wives about the unbelievable night they had just had? I wish we knew more about what became of the shepherds. Did they follow this child as he grew? Did they hear the stories from Nazareth as he started his ministry and wonder if it was the same person? Were they there when he was crucified?

What did the shepherds believe?

What do we believe?

Do we believe that the Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us? (John 1:14) Or do we just think it is a nice story to tell at Christmas? Do we believe that he came to save us from ourselves, to redeem us from our sins? (Titus 2:14) Or do we believe he was a great teacher that gave us some great ideas on how to play well with others? Do we believe that he grew up and offered himself as a living sacrifice so that we could have eternal life? (John 3:16) Or do we equate him with the Easter bunny, a nice myth that we enjoy talking about during December and around March or April?

We have the privilege of seeing a much bigger picture than the shepherds did. We have the whole story written down for us. His whole story had not even unfurled when they met Jesus. We have read from his birth to his death and how his church began. All they knew was what the angels had told them, and that the sign God gave them was true; they did find a baby lying in a manger. And it seems that was enough for them to go and spread the good news to everyone they met.

Is that enough for us? Is the sign of a baby in a manger and a man on a cross and an empty tomb enough for us to believe He is Lord? Do we believe that Immanuel came to earth for us? To be with us?

That is the point of the whole Christmas story: to tell the world that God became flesh, so that he could live among us, love us, shepherd us, then die for us, conquer death and finally redeem us.

In a world where so many have no idea what they believe, we must be a shining light of faith. We can tell the world of the Messiah that was born for us so that He could die for us. We can tell them the Christmas story. The same one the shepherd’s told so long ago.

Angels from the realms of glory
Wing your flight o'er all the earth
Ye who sang creation's story
Now proclaim Messiah's birth

Come and worship, come and worship
Worship Christ, the newborn King

Shepherds in the fields abiding
Watching o'er your flocks by night
God with man is now residing
Yonder shines the infant Light

Angels, from the Realms of Glory
~James Montgomery~

December 15th: It Is Well

“Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men whom his favor rests’.” Luke 2:13-14

Words seem to be failing me tonight. I am overwhelmed by my list of to-do’s and my lack of energy to get it done. And now my dog has run off. In the rain. At night. I am just a little distracted.

Were the shepherds distracted that night? Did they notice a difference in the air, or were they worried about the sheep wandering off, the leaky roof at home, the lack of food in the cupboard, or the barrenness of their wife? Was life overwhelming them when the angels made their announcement and then broke into the Hallelujah chorus? Did they feel like they didn’t have time to slow down and listen and find out what all the fuss was about that night?

“When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, ‘Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.’” Luke 2:15

Apparently not. They stopped dead in their tracks and soaked it all in, and then hightailed it to Bethlehem. Whatever distractions they may have had fell away and nothing mattered but finding the child wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger. There was no vote taken, and the pros and cons of leaving their post in the fields were not weighed. The road trip into town was planned and executed in a mere matter of minutes. Nothing else seemed to matter but looking into what the Lord had told them.

Oh if I could be that focused. I do believe Satan is shooting some serious arrows my way right now. He wants me as distracted as possible. He is doing a fine job of it too. I have a stack of lovely Christmas cards sitting on my desk still in the boxes. I have presents that need to be wrapped. Good grief, I have presents that need to be bought. And now, I have a dog that needs to be found.

The distractions are weighing me down and blinding me from what I need to keep in my line of sight. I must remember that His favor rests on me and He is my peace. He alone will supply what I need when the world around me is spinning out of control and I can’t find the STOP button. So tonight, it is not my words that I need to see in writing, but His. I need His words of hope and reassurance that I belong to Him. When times are easy and when times are overwhelming, He never lets me go.

So as I type His words out, I am praying they flow through me and drag my gaze back to Him. That the distractions fall to the wayside and my only desire is to stay in His presence. I pray His words bring you the same peace I know they will bring me.

“For unto us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6

“How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, ‘Your God reigns!’” Isaiah 52:7

“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.” Isaiah 53:5

“He will stand and shepherd his flock in the strength of the Lord, in the majesty of the name of the Lord of God. And they will live securely, for then his greatness will reach to the ends of the earth. And he will be their peace.” Micah 5:5

“Because of the tender mercy of our God, by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace.” Luke 1:78-79

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” John 14:27

“Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.” Romans 5:1-5

“To those who have been called, who are loved by God the Father and kept by Jesus Christ: Mercy, peace and love be yours in abundance.” Jude 1-2

“Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you.” 2 Thessalonians 3:16

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, tho trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

It Is Well with My Soul
~Horatio Spafford~

Sunday, December 14, 2014

December 14th: He is the God of Christmas Reminders, Wonders and Miracles

“This will be a sign to you:  You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”  Luke 2:12

Christmas has become a time for miracles.  We watch a little more closely for them at this time of year.  If someone is healed from an illness in December, it is a Christmas miracle.  If a baby is born on or around Christmas day, the child is called a Christmas miracle.  If something, anything, happens that is out of the ordinary, yes, it’s a Christmas miracle.

We have come to expect the miraculous at this time of year.  And if the opposite happens, someone passes away during Christmas or a tragedy occurs, we wonder if God has denied us a miracle, a sign of His presence in our lives.  But sometimes our miracles arrive in ways we never expect. We might not get the miracle we so desperately wanted, but we get a reminder that God is with us.  And sometimes, that is just what we need. 

Eleven years ago, I was praying for a sign from God.  I was praying for my very own Christmas miracle.  We had suffered a miscarriage and we were hoping and praying that another child would soon be given to us.  December had kind of blindsided me that year and the emotional roller coaster was beginning to get the best of me.  I think that it would not be an exaggeration to say that I desperately wanted to find out that I was once again pregnant that Christmas, but it wasn’t to be.

I knew a couple of weeks before Christmas that I was once again not pregnant.  But in the midst of my pain and questions, I found shelter under the wings of my Heavenly Father.  I was finally feeling at peace. Oddly enought, my newfound peace descended the night before I found out we were not pregnant.  God's timing is always perfect. I knew if we were not to get ever get pregnant again I would be disappointed, but there had been a shift in my outlook.  I somehow knew I would survive if it were God’s will that we only have two boys.  I realized I trusted Him and that my faith had survived the heartbreak of losing a child. 

Christmas was bittersweet that year.  I don’t think I made it through one Christmas carol without crying.  But the spirit of the season seeped into my broken heart through the joy I experienced watching my almost 5-year-old and almost 3-year-old countdown to Christmas.  There is something about a child’s joy at Christmas that can help mend a multitude of hurts, or least ease the pain.  They were so excited about Christmas and Santa and all the trimmings that I felt a respite from my grief.

This peace and affirmation of my faith was my Christmas miracle.  My Christmas was more about the baby in the manger that year than the gifts under the tree.  I had a child in heaven that was worshipping at my Savior’s throne.  My child, one I had never had the privilege of holding, was right where we all longed to His presence.  That knowledge is what brings the peace that surpasses all understanding.  It is the peace that came to earth when a baby boy was laid in a manger wrapped in swaddling cloths. 

The shepherds were not looking for a sign that night.  They were watching their sheep and just trying to stay awake.  Then the angels of the Lord showed up and gave them a sign they had not requested, but one they so desperately needed.  The angels told them where they could find Christ the Lord.  Where they would find the peace and joy their hearts had always craved. 

The angels told them right where to find their very own Christmas miracle.  The first one the world would ever know, and the one Christmas miracle the world would always need. 

This Christmas our youngest son will be celebrating his 10th Christmas.  His joy and excitement warms my heart every year.  He still believes in Santa and I wouldn’t have it any other way.  As far as he is concerned, Santa just falls in the category of Christmas miracles. 

My Christmas miracle eleven years ago was discovering that my faith was on a firm foundation and that I could trust my God.  My son turned out to be my Labor Day miracle.  God is not choosy about which holiday it is when He blesses us with a miracle.  He is okay with reminders, wonders, and miracles all year round. 

His Son is the only Christmas miracle we really need.  The rest of the miracles He gives, whether they happen at Christmas or on Groundhog Day, are just grace seasoned with love.

The First Noel, the Angels did say

Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay

In fields where they lay keeping their sheep

On a cold winter's night that was so deep.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel

Born is the King of Israel!

~The First Noel~

Saturday, December 13, 2014

December 13th: He is Christ the Lord

“Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.” 
Luke 2:11

He is Christ the Lord. 

I love Christmas. 

I love the decorations: glittery trees, nativity scenes in all shapes and sizes, ornaments from long ago and those made with little hands, and houses strung with heaps of lights. 

I love the music.  I begin to sneak my collection of Christmas tunes out right after Halloween.  Okay, maybe just a little listen in July.  The hymns of old, the timeless melodies, the songs sung as praise to a newborn King, I love them all.  And just for the record, there are four Sundays in December.  Christmas songs should be sung in every church service. Every. Last. One.  No other songs.  Just Christmas songs.  If you know a worship leader, please pass that along.  Thanks.

I love the sappy, nothing-but-happy-ending Christmas movies.  If its on Lifetime or Hallmark, I am all over it. Of course, the oldies but goodies are the favs around our house.  Christmas Vacation.  The Christmas Story.  It’s a Wonderful Life.  Miracle on 34th Street.  And there are the newer ones that bring peals of laughter from my sons.  The Santa Clause.  Elf.  The Grinch that Stole Christmas.  Home Alone.  And of course, who can forget Charlie Brown? We have our very own Linus in our home, so it is kind of a personal favorite.  I love Linus quoting Luke 2.  “That’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.” 

I love Christmas books.  Children’s books.  Novellas.  Series of books with familiar characters.  If it has a Christmas theme, chances are it is on my bookshelf.  And kids’ books are some of the best Christmas books ever.  Mooseltoe  probably tops the list though.  And there is a new one that is wonderfully illustrated and the words so very beautiful.  A must read is the Song of the Stars by Sally Lloyd-Jones. 

He is Christ the Lord.

I hate Christmas.

I hate the stress of things to get done.  Buying gifts.  Mailing gifts.  Sending cards.  Taking a family picture in which at least one child is smiling at the camera.  Wrapping gifts.  Balancing the checkbook.  Buying more gifts.   Baking cookies, cakes, and dinners.  Doing laundry (because clothes still get dirty during Christmas).  Wondering if I have been generous enough to charities, local and faraway, and feeling guilty no matter what.  Buying still more last minute gifts.  Fighting crowds and looking for parking places.  Spending even more money. 

I hate the “gimme” monster.  He shows up about October 31st, maybe November 1 if I am lucky.  He convinces my children that they need many, many, many things.  He tells them that they will be social outcasts and their future dim if they do not procure these items by Christmas morn.  He turns somewhat sweet boys into self-centered creatures and parents into crabby, short-tempered elves. 

I hate buying gifts for the sake of buying gifts.  I hate wish lists.  I miss finding the perfect gift for someone because I thought about it and picked something they would truly like.  Now it is just a dash to the store, on to the post office, and a hope that maybe they can regift it well. 

And I hate Christmas goodies.  They come with calories.  They should not.  Calories bring along their friend, Extra Pounds.  Okay, I love Christmas goodies, but hate the calories and the extra pounds.  If it is shaped like a Santa or has peppermint on it, it should be calorie-free. 

He is Christ the Lord.

Whether I am filled with Christmas spirit, or have the bah-humbugs so bad I make Scrooge look jolly, there is one aspect of Christmas that never changes. 

A child was born in the city of David, and He is Christ the Lord

My decorations may be perfectly beautiful, the Christmas cantatas glorious, the movies laugh-out-loud tear-jerkers, and the books filled with stories of miracles galore, but if I don’t have my heart and mind set on Christ the Lord, my Christmas spirit will disappear like a cheap must-have toy on Black Friday morn. 

It may be cliché, but He is the reason for the season.  If I keep my mind set on Him, the distractions of Christmas stay in perspective, and maybe, just maybe the joy of Christmases past will reappear.  There are 12 days left till Christmas.  Let us use those precious hours to love on those around us and praise the One that was born for us.

He is Christ the Lord. 

As little children we would dream of Christmas morn
And all the gifts and toys we knew we'd find
But we never realized a baby born one blessed night
Gave us the greatest gift of our lives

And we were the reason that He gave His life
We were the reason that He suffered and died
To a world that was lost He gave all He could give
To show us the reason to live

As the years went by we learned more about gifts
And giving of ourselves and what that means
On a dark and cloudy day a man hung crying
in the rain
Because of love, because of love

And we are the reason that He gave His life
We are the reason that He suffered and died
To a world that was lost He gave all He could give
To show us the reason to live

I finally found the reason for living
It's in giving every part of my heart to Him
In all that I do every word that I say
I'll be giving my all just for Him
For Him

And we are the reason that He gave His life
We are the reason that He suffered and died
To a world that was lost He gave all He could give
To show us the reason to live

He is my reason to live

We Are the Reason
~David Meece~