Silently I wept, as we watched the scene unfold. How could you sacrifice that precious little boy for my cold, bitter heart? So quiet and innocent; his hands and feet were tiny. His eyes were so bright and unforgettable. All of Heaven rejoiced shouting “Glory to God in the highest” for the King of Heaven and Earth was born. And you gave him as my ransom.
How do I repay you? You secured my freedom; I’m forever in your debt. I have no silver, no gold; I have nothing to give. You lifted my tear-stained face and looked directly into my eyes while you explained how you gave your son freely. He was your gift to me, for me. In return, you wanted my acceptance of your gift, your child as my ransom. His life for my soul. You asked that I believe with all my heart that my debt was indeed paid and live freely always remembering your sacrifice. I would never forget this baby in the straw, my forever Christmas gift. For he is called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. I fell to my knees in adoration. From the mountaintops I would proclaim the story of how you paid my debt with your only son.
“She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus because he will save his people from their sins.” Matthew 1:21
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
May this Christmas and every Christmas serve as a reminder of Hope. The chains of my oppressor forever broken by the precious baby who paid my debt with his life, perfect love.
Mari Jones - A wife, blogger, and a daughter of the King nestled in the Ozarks, breathing life into dreams, I'm redeemed and not ashamed to proclaim it!
You can find her blog at The Journey Of A Million Miles