The Hope of Christmas
Hope. We live in a broken world where stock markets crash, loved ones suffer, friends and family grow apart, and everything from international politics to stop lights are beyond our control. It doesn’t seem to matter whether it’s called “Murphy’s Law” or the second law of thermodynamics; everything seems to breakdown. Each day we witness a thousand injustices that cry out to be fixed. And what can we do? For this brokenness extends even to ourselves as we fail to live up to all that we ought to be. We are all clocks that keep imperfect time. This is not meant to be overly pessimistic, because there is much that is good and beautiful in the world, but we can all confess, to at least some degree, that there are times when we have our doubts that things will ever truly be right.
We all want peace and happiness and we want it so badly that we are willing to place our hope in people, governments, educations, careers, policies, medicines, technologies, financial institutions, and religions that are bound to fail. But each time we are left disappointed, we still have the gumption to pick ourselves up and find something new to enchant us and believe in. We willingly ignore all the warnings suggesting that we are only setting ourselves up for more heartache, because we desperately want there to be something more. We would rather believe in a false hope, pretending it to be real than go on without any hope at all, because hope is necessary for survival when we live in a world such as this. In a world such as this, often times, hope is all we have.
Two thousand years ago, there was a small and unimportant nation which was occupied by a foreign power, with customs and laws contrary to its own. This nation had struggled for its sovereignty from its very inception and had somehow survived countless invasions, political realignments, and even exile. This nation was told by God that they were His chosen people, but all the evidence pointed to the contrary. What importance could God possibly have for a tiny farming nation that had been suppressed by four different civilizations far mightier than themselves during the last four centuries? Surely if God had wanted to make anything of them He would have done so long before now. If there ever was a time when they were important in His sight, that time had passed. Despite any promises given in some lost age, it was apparent to everyone that they were a nation destined to be forgotten by God and enslaved by others.
As the reality of these sentiments descended on the hearts of some lowly shepherds, a bursting light scattered the night and they were told the best news that man had ever heard. Christmas is important because it reminds us that there is a true reason to hope in the midst of a thousand evidences to despair. Christmas assures us that God has not abandoned us to the horror our own devices in a cold and empty universe. By entering our fallen world, assuming a body of corruption, enduring the afflictions of hunger and disease, feeling the pains of both body and soul, facing the scorns and abuse of men, Christ affirms not only His love for a fallen race, but also the potential for goodness and beauty that rightly belong to creatures once described as “the image of God” once that image is fully restored.
The world did not become perfect when God entered our cosmos, nor did it become so when He returned to heaven in His resurrected body, but let us not think that this means that He has come in vain. He will complete the work that He has begun. The story of Christmas tells us that He has come once. The hope of Christmas promises us that He will come again, and when He does all other hopes will be fulfilled.