Christmas Day

I sometimes forget that the Jesus of Christmas is the same as the Jesus of Good Friday. The same Jesus that taught us to love and live by advocating the least and the lost and then dying for us all, regardless of class, race, gender, religion (YES, regardless of RELIGION). I forget that it's the same Jesus that healed lepers, defended the woman caught in adultery, revealed Himself as the Christ to a Samaritan woman given to promiscuity, and responded to a thief's plea of remembrance by assuring him that he would enter into Glory.
I forget it's the same Jesus that met me as a whirlwind, tearing apart everything in my life that wasn't attached to the earth of who I really am and replacing what was empty, superficial, and hollow with substance, depth, and goodness.
I forget that it's the same Jesus that I'm competing with to see how deep into selfishness I can go before He stops forgiving me, and to see how much He'll keep forgiving me until I see how much I'm worth.

God rest ye, merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay
You know that Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's power when we had gone astray