Celebration of the Incarnation

It was over 20 years ago that the Lord touched and melted my heart from anger and resentment toward the Gentiles.  Of course I never realized that I had those feelings!  But they weren’t too far from the surface.  This is what happened!

From the window in my basement apartment, I could only look up into an ice covered bush.

Ice storms were not that common, so I could only stare at the brilliance of the morning sun glinting off the ice.

Despite the beauty, the scene before me was be dangerous.  Tree limbs, burdened by the weight of the ice would soon break causing havoc.

But my attention was captivated by the leaves, each no larger than my finger nail yet each was entombed by an icy shroud.

What happened to cause their bondage? Wind, cold, rain.

I felt tears; I was crying. Suddenly I wasn’t just feeling the wind, cold and rain, but the icy elements of rejection, abandonment and betrayal.

“O God,” I cried, is my heart entombed in an icy grave?  Please melt my heart.

Only later did I learn that a pastor had prayed those very words over me the previous week!

God was about to answer both our prayers.

As my daily custom, I went to my desk and began to read Scripture.  Next on my schedule was Psalm 117

Praise the Lord, all you Gentiles!
Laud Him, all you peoples!
For His merciful kindness is great toward us,
And the truth of the Lord endures forever.

“Of course the Gentiles should praise YHWH for His merciful kindness towards the Jews,” I reflected.
“NO!” the voice of the Spirit practically shouted.  “God is faithful because He is faithful; that’s why the Gentiles need to praise Him.”
In that one second I realized I was one of the workers in God’s vineyard (Matthew 20:1-16).  I was resentful that the Gentiles were equal in God’s sight, receiving all the blessings of the Abrahamic Covenant through their faith in Jesus.
Is it not lawful for me to do what I wish with my own things? Or is your eye evil because I am good?
Mortified, horrified, ashamed, I sank to my knees in tears and pain that I had hurt the heart of God.
“The Jews gave the Gentiles Jesus, now can you accept their gift of Christmas?” the Spirit challenged.  “And because you were so public about My followers NOT celebrating, I want you to go just as public about your celebration of the Incarnation.”
Within seconds, the local Christian station called to ask if they could do an interview.  “No,” I answered, but i do have a story for you!”
The headline read:

Soon I told my story on the local Christian TV station and was handed my first Christmas tree.  I had it “flocked” to represent the ice storm!

The result was celebrating Christmas!  Now these many years later, I am living in Jerusalem, just a few miles where God became a man, Jesus!  Sadly celebrating Christmas is still an issue between Jewish and Gentile followers of Jesus.  Nevertheless, whether we celebrate the holiday, let us always celebrate the miracle of the Incarnation.

White for the ice storm, red for Yeshua’s blood, the crown of thorns and the tacit!

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