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It’s beautifully simple, a classic favorite. The tune portrays a serene, quiet scene on the night of Jesus’ birth.

The problem is that night would have been anything but quiet.

There is also a sense that the idea holds true in the spiritual realm. We enter through the narrow gate and, as believers, are given the Spirit. We begin to be transformed into the image of Christ. We have entered the kingdom of God, albeit not in its fullness.

All of us were self-centered versions of Ebenezer Scrooge before we became believers. Our sin may have been different than His, but we still were stuck in a place we couldn’t get free of.

Our salvation didn’t come in the form of the ghost of a dead partner, followed by the ghosts of Christmas, Past, Present, and Yet To Come.

Time is flying by, and that has me in a reflective mood this morning.

Who or what was this heavenly host that appeared with the angel?

There isn’t a church group or a Christian alive who hasn’t got at least some part of the picture wrong.

Like us, creation waits for the final culmination of all things when our Lord returns.

We are not all that different. The temptation of sin draws us into places we know we should not be, and suddenly we find ourselves unable (or unwilling) to turn back and plummet down until we hit bottom. 

“Church people and God’s people are not the same thing. Church people go to church. God’s people are the church.”