I was driving today and saw a man in a wheel chair at an exit. I only had two dollars on me so I rolled down the window to let him know I had a little to give him. He slowly rolled towards me and just at the point that the light turned green he got to my window. I gave him the two dollars and he said thank you and as I was rolling my window up he said, and I quote, “Merry Christmas”
As I drove away I was laughing as I thought about someone telling me Merry Christmas on the 7th of May, but as I drove on I thought about the clarity of his statement (even if he wasn’t particularly clear headed when he said it). We don’t really know what day Jesus was born and most think that this time of the year is a lot closer than December 25th. Also shouldn’t we celebrate Jesus birth every day?
I am thankful for the little things in life that I have that this man probably doesn’t. I am thankful for my car, two good legs, a home to live in and enough money that I don’t have to stay on the side of the exit ramp begging for money. But when it comes to Jesus and His birth, life, death, burial, and resurrection, I am no more blessed than the man on the exit ramp is. Jesus did this for both of us, the question is does this man know about it?
It’s funny how we base our quality of life on things that in an eternal view mean nothing at all. While I shared two dollars with this man, it won’t make that much of a difference in his physical life, but if I am able to somehow share the gospel with him or with anyone who doesn’t know Jesus as their personal Savior, I have been able to make a true impact in his/her life for eternity.
So why do I forget that? I think the answer is pretty simple but obvious, cuz the devil wants me to. He wants me to be comfortable and not focus on whether people spend eternity in heaven or hell. May I be committed to making every day a Merry Christmas for someone, that Jesus will be born in them because of God living in me.