I turned to my Dad for help when I was kid, but I didn’t always listen.
Speaking of Help
When I was 13, I built a large, balsa-wood plane from scratch. It was harder than I imagined so I asked my Dad for help. He was a pilot, an expert in aviation, and he advised me to build the plane in ways I thought were totally unnecessary. I didn’t listen to him, didn’t want to do all the extra work. But as it turned out he was right. I should have listened, I should have done what he said. I guess I didn’t believe.
The Father’s Son
Our heavenly Father said a lot about his son. That he would be born in Bethlehem, that it would be a virgin birth, and that he would be called Emmanuel. The Messiah would sit on David’s throne and have the Spirit’s anointing. He would be called, Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, and Prince of Peace.
He said his son would be despised, forsaken, and pierced; that he would be abandoned and sold for 30 pieces of silver.
Have we listened, do we believe?
In A Few Days
Believers all over the world will be celebrating the birth of Christ. Millions will attend a candle light service. At home, fireplaces will share their warmth, stockings will be hung and presents placed under the tree. Christmas morning we’ll be standing knee deep in wrapping paper, it will be chaotic, and so very glorious.
Before the glorious morning arrives, we should take a moment to reflect on the Father sending his son to die for a sinful world. And why did he die? Because we needed him to. Because we were lost and helpless. And because Jesus our Messiah listened to his father, he believed, and so he came for us.
That plane I built was really sweet. It looked great and flew like the wind, once I built it just like my father said. I should have listened the first time, I just needed to believe.