That was the title of our Sunday School Christmas play this year.
It was a story about kids who wanted to be in the downtown production of No More Baby Jesus. The director attempted to create a new Christmas story about Jesus coming to earth as a supernatural superstar instead of a baby in a smelly old manger.
Kind of far fetched?
How many times have we brushed up the story of our redemption to make it look like some kind of
- multi media presentation
- or prime time commercial?
We often try to dazzle and wow the masses to Jesus.
But, that’s not how it works.
Jesus didn’t come to earth to make headlines or become an international celebrity.
His birth generated no more than the whimper of a baby in the town of Bethlehem. but, God was in that manger. The Word incarnate. The spotless lamb.
But, oh baby, Christmas is a celebration.
It’s a festival of light far greater than a million candles or a trillion fancy bulbs. Christmas is about shining into the darkness. Hope piercing those long nights of depression and despair.
I think the ancient prophet Isaiah said it best.
“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.”