Christmas Eve. This is when we remember a day long ago, that was like no other. A day of great expectation, of anticipation. Yet no one knew. No one knew life on earth would never be the same. That day was the watershed day, the day everything was about to change. Forever. The Light of the world was to be born. God in flesh. A baby. The long awaited Light which dispels the enveloping darkness which shrouds our world. The Good Shepherd was about to enter the world of His sheep. Truth was going to become flesh. The Way was coming to us. Life would be eternal with this child.
Yet no one knew. The world went on about its business much like it is today, rushing about here and there. Pain all around yet we just power through as best we can. Creation groaning not really knowing there was a plan of rescue in the works. Not our work but the work of a Father in heaven who loves us all. In ourselves, we have no hope. Yet we all have within us those yearnings for the King to set things right. But we have no clue as to what that might look like. And a helpless baby born in a cave would be the last thing anyone would dream of. And so the day came that seemed like no other. And the plan was set into motion. The plan which was conceived in the heart of our compassionate Father, God, before time began. D day. Nothing would ever be the same.
Emmanuel. God with us is His Name. We are no longer alone. The baby came. Worshipped by shepherds and kings. Feared by worldly authority. The epic saga was lived out. Every part of the Life of Jesus was for us. Our Redeemer King had come. We no longer have to live without hope. That is the new Way of living. So one day we were alone and the next day a baby was born. Our Redeeming King.
Anticipation. Expectation. Hope. Those are the things of Christmas Eve.