by Toni Birdsong
Hey, don’t be hating. It’s personal. I’ve decided not to say “Merry Christmas” this year. Why? Simply put: It just doesn’t get the job done.
Think about it. “Merry Christmas” doesn’t even come close to covering the holiness and love contained in God Almighty’s most compassionate act toward mankind. It fails to encompass the outrageous grace of God sending His son to earth to teach self-righteous, grab-happy men and women like you and I how to live and love . . . on heaven’s terms.
Merry Christmas. Such ordinary words fail to carry the extraordinary story of the life and sacrifice that lay ahead for the baby king born in a manger that night. Nor do they begin to unlock, bust open, and shake loose the chains that bind our souls—only that baby could do that.