First I’d like to thank FaceLift for his dedication in posting up the ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’ special.
After such beautiful and inspiring messages for the ‘Twelve Days Of Christmas’ from the top church honcho’s, I’d like to encourage those who have authorship to blog and add their own little speech about Christmas if they want too.


To start, I read a few lines from a fantastic carol by William C. Dix (1867) called ‘The Manger Throne’.
Faith sees no longer the stable floor
The pavement of sapphire is there
The clear light of heaven streams out to the world
And the angels of God are crowding the air
And heaven and earth
Through the spotless birth
Are at peace on this night so fair
This road of sapphire that Dix refers to in his carol is from Exodus 24:9-11.
Exodus 24:9-11 Moses and Aaron, Nadab and Abihu, and the seventy elders of Israel went up and saw the God of Israel. Under his feet was something like a pavement made of sapphire, clear as the sky itself. But God did not raise his hand against these leaders of the Israelites; they saw God, and they ate and drank.
Unfortunately, Christmas has been stolen. It’s not about giving, it’s about greed.
What Christmas has turned into is a sad commodity, where we have capitalised on the poverty-stricken family of Jesus Christ. The West, with so much gold, perfume and food, celebrate the empty tradition. We waste money on entertainment, celebrities prancing across the stage, bright colours luring us, a big red fat guy that glorifies the rich and neglects the poor, all some how relating and glorifying the poorest of the poor coming into being, Jesus Christ.
Christ was born into the world in shockingly poor circumstances. Not in a way that we’d like to be delivered. Nor the way a member of a royal family would like to give birth or be born. While we complain about our hospital conditions in this fine country, Jesus was born in a parking lot. (Consider that Mary was on the donkey in the stable while Joseph ran desperately around to find a room!)
When the child was delivered, it was placed in a food trough, wrapped in dirty, sandy garments or stable sackcloth to keep the baby warm at all costs. We’re talking about a baby child being looked after in a freezing desert night with unclean domestic animals. Not to mention He was approached by a bunch of homeless poor people who live with sheep which probably made Mary leap out of her skin. And then these homeless poor then worshipped a very ordinary looking child. They may have made their own music while a horse farted and while the cold winds flapped their headdresses, sand still stinging them in the face.
The shepherds were sung too by angels about Israel’s king being born on earth that night. This was him? Born to this poor woman in a parking lot, clothed in rags and placed in a food trough where he slept?
Unlike how the carols portray the romantic story of the nativity, God didn’t live a romantic life but a life of reality, a sober one at that. The greatest way God the Father could reveal Jesus Christ His Son, the third member of the God-head as King of Kings and Lord of Lords, is through a poor and exhausted woman, rejected from town who now is asleep on the outskirts in an ancient parking lot, surrounded by dirty animals and asleep in their food basins. What glory is this? Why so insignificant and not triumphant?
Maybe it’s to remind us each Christmas that God is always with the poor, not just in Africa. This could be financial, physical, emotional and spiritual poverty, Maybe it’s to remind us that He knows our fears and weaknesses and what it means to be a nobody.
And we think we’ve had it tough this Christmas? The last thing we want to be this Christmas is to be alone or seen as an angry or depressed anti-socialite. (You must smile and be merry at all costs?)
We also think it unjust when people bump us away to grab the last turkey from the shelf. (Not to mention we didn’t get what we wanted for Christmas.)
But consider Mary.
Mary was probably pretty miserable that night praying “Why this way God?”
How often does the world think like that?
Without a doubt, the answer lies on the ‘sapphire road’. He wants His message to be clear: “It’s all about me and you. NOTHING else.” The nativity story climax seems to say ‘When there is nothing else between you and God, it’s simply you and God and that’s all you need’.
From Exodus to the Nativity to the Life Lived, He came to dwell and dine with us. He wants us to eat with Him, to eat of Him and to be in commune with Him and even in community with Him. Through the Exodus experience, He didn’t condemn or even really serve, He dwelt, He dined and He loved. How humbling!

When we are in our lowest of lows, how much more does His star shine? When we wallow in confusion and consider His mysterious nature, how much more does He reveal Himself? When it simply comes down to poverty, sickness and desperation, how much more does He impart His life into ours?
We get to this place either by through His divine coordination or through the world’s chaos. When everything is stripped away, it’s simply us and Him. And in that is foundation, impartation and salvation. I can only speculate that Mary that night may have received such a divine revelation of God as she asked God to explain these series of unfortunate events. She probably doubted the angels words. Even the shepherds as they explained to her what they saw. Her blood may still have been present when they arrived and was thinking ‘This is not how I managed God was going to do this’ (I’m looking at the reality of the situation here in how we think things similarly).
This Christmas, or the next, I hope you look past the presents, the events and the façade. Don’t let Christmas get in the way. I encourage you to value the mystery of humility and genuine love, compassion and companionship. See friends and family. Look beyond the poverty of the stable or riches of the world and value God and His family before you.
Look beyond the image of Christmas and be reminded that it’s all about Him and His human family. He may want you to be His miracle and gift to someone at Christmas. Someone really may see you as the gift rather then what comes from your hand.
Live IN His image.
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