Yesterday, I spent most of the morning at the doctor’s office with my son. He hasn’t been feeling well most of the week but has been toughing it out. Yesterday, he woke up and could not stand upright without terrible pain in his stomach. As soon as the office opened, we headed to see the doctor.
As he was being examined, I watched as the doctor gently pressed on his stomach. I could see the pain on my son’s face as the doctor examined him. I wanted so badly to help him but there was nothing I could do. In that moment, I was reminded, in a very, very small way, the sacrifice that God made for me.
God sent Jesus into this world to show us how to live. But in walking with us he experienced a lot of pain – even to the point of torture and death. God watched all of that but chose to let it happen. I cannot imagine the pain God felt in watching Jesus die.
Jesus was sent as a sacrifice for you and for me. That is what Christmas is about. We should celebrate the coming of the Savior, but never forget the sacrifice that was made. Christmas is coming, but it comes knowing there is an Easter to follow.
Clay in the Hands 
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