Upon seeing the words “The First Christmas” your mind is probably conjuring images of Mary and baby Jesus and the shepherds. The imagery is iconic, isn’t it? Whether the result of a careful reading of Luke 2, or exposure to nativity sets of all kinds, pretty much everyone knows what is meant by “The First Christmas.”
I’m a little embarrassed to say that my teenage and young adult formative years intersected with the show South Park. While I wasn’t a frequent watcher by any means, I heard enough quotes and saw enough pieces of this just through being around friends at that age to capture the essence and patterns of this assortment of young, snowsuit-bundled kids in Colorado.
It all started on the Christmas morning of 1985 when a big square box was slid across the floor in my direction. It was neatly wrapped in Christmas paper, solid and heavy. There was no bow on it, just a nametag securely taped on that read, “To Rhinestone, From Unc”. I ripped the paper off the box with the vigor of any 11-year-old boy on Christmas morning and with some work broke through the second seal of tape on the box. Then I pulled the two top flaps open – that’s when the angels began to sing.
Have you ever experienced a moment that changed everything for you? A moment that you can look at - and without a doubt - say your life hasn’t been the same since?
Maybe it was moving to a new city or school. Maybe it was a new friend entering your life or an old friend exiting. Maybe it was a beautiful marriage or the birth of your first child ... or a painful divorce or child turning away from you.
Maybe your “That Changed Everything” moment had nothing to do with the things of Earth - instead it took place due to a spiritual experience with God in which you KNEW that your faith was real.