What Christmas Means to Me

When I think of the worlds christmas I think of Christ. When I think of Christ I think of him on the cross.

When I think of him on the cross, I think of the spear being thrust into his side and water and blood flowing out.

When I think of the blood of Christ I think of what it means to me and all of mankind. I think of the victory over satan and his demons that was given to me through Christ and all other who are hidden Christ Jesus.

I think of the sacrifice God’s only son made for all mankind. I think of the life giving words He gave to those who followed him during his short life span. I think of the many miracles, He through the Father performed in the sight of all men at that time.

I think of the persecution He faced by men whose father is and was the devil and how he walked right through it all to the conclusion ordained by the Father.

I think of how He gave everything and asked for nothing in return. I think of His and my Fathers sending his only begotten son to earth to pay the high price for all mankind who would hear the truth of the Father.

I think of His and my Father’s agony knowing what His Son must endure in His time on this earth. I think of the anguish and grief the Father must of gone through watching his Son on earth in obedience carry out His will to the death.

I think of the love of the Father and His Son, our saviour have for all mankind. After all this, I then think of how this plan was set in stone by them from the beginning of time. I think of how they were thinking of me and you and how they were going to bring us back home to them and the price that would have to paid to achieve this.


Nowhere does mans religion come into the frame. Nowhere does pretty flashing lights and trees fit into the picture. The only tree involved is a wooden cross stained with the blood of Jesus Christ.

Nowhere does spending money for gifts for others show in the picture of the crucifixion of Christ.

Nowhere do men in brightly coloured gowns and hats enter the picture. The only uniforms I see are worn by men carrying out the crucifixion and they are soldiers under command.

I think of how He appeared to the chosen men who were left behind to show them that He has risen as he stated before men. I think of the message and the task he gave them to do and the promise to them and all his followers that when the time was complete He would return and take all of His followers to be with Him and the Father forever more.

I think of how He is the living God, King of Kings, King of Glory, High Priest, teacher, guide and comforter, provider and protector of all his children and brothers and sisters.

I think of the many of mankind who have followed Christ and given their all with the words, to the death Lord, to the death we shall follow written in their hearts and so it came to pass for them. I think of His and the Fathers love which covers all and how he continues to call to those that have an open hearts to the truth of all things.

I think of the final victory that will happen on that notable day of the Lord when he returns and all men will see Him in His glory in the heavens. At this point with the picture complete, I fall on my face in worship and give thanks and praise to the Father and the Son for all they have have and are still doing for me and all those that have chosen to walk in the narrow way.


The Traveller


9 thoughts on “What Christmas Means to Me

  1. “For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given…” I think of the gift of Him given to me personally and consider what have I done with this wondrous and supreme gift of grace. God the Father has placed His Son within the reach of every man, woman and child. Some have crucified Him, some have rejected Him, some have said they “believed” in Him (yet deny Him by how they live), some have truly been born of Him and the blessed ones follow Him with a growing love and devotion…

    Hope everything went well with you today

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