Christmas was even less what we had planned. We were to have family come to our house, a total of about 14, not counting us, and not just for one meal, but for days. Due to illness again, this time worse we did not host, and were not able to even join the family for the Christmas meal. The thing is, it didn't devastate us. To me it was actually one of the best days of my life. Not because of where it was spent, but because of what it is about. We celebrated the birth of our Savior in a small room, with a small tree, with very few presents but with the people who mattered most. Our focus was on Christ, not on what we received from each other, we realized for the first time in a long time what Christmas really meant. Christmas is about Christ and Christ alone. We must live each day focused on the God-head because one day of focusing on yourself and your problems can mean the difference between life and death, either figuratively or literally.
1 Peter 2:24
“He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by his wounds you have been healed.”