The Reason for the Season (Yes, I know that sounds cliched)

  On Christmas day, I had the privilege of celebrating the birth of Christ: the coming of a Holy God to a fallen world. Friday morning, I woke up and read the second chapter of Luke as I always do on Christmas morning. And then I flipped back to read my daily Psalm. On Christmas morning, I read Psalm 22 which opens with, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far off from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning." 33 years after His birth, Christ spoke those words as He hung on the cross to die for man's sin.
  I do not follow any particular Bible reading plan. I read a few chapters of the Bible a day until I finish it, then I start over. This year, I started reading a couple of Psalms along with my daily Bible reading, and through no planning of my own, the Psalms I read are always relevant to my day to day situations. I could have in no way planned for my daily reading to fall on the Psalm that spoke of Christ's suffering on the cross, anyways, not without some serious calculating. Yet, with my imperfect stumbling through the Bible, I still got a glimpse of the whole of Christ's life.
  The reason for celebrating Christmas is more than just remembering His coming, it is remembering the reason Christ came. To suffer, to die, to bear the sins of His people so they could have His holiness and live eternally with Him. Christ came because of His love, and that is something worth celebrating.