There is something beautiful and beloved about the account of the birth of Christ in Luke chapter 2. I can hear the old King James words in my grandfather’s voice, reading from the big, worn Bible, “And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed…”
But as much as I love the familiar lilt of those words, my favorite version of the Christmas story is in the gospel of John.
But…there is no Christmas story in John, you may be thinking. And you’d technically be right. But what about this one:
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcomeit…The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.” John 1:1-5, 14
There it is. The light in the darkness, God making his dwelling among us. It’s the reason we celebrate, the reason we remember, the reason we tell stories and sing songs and love one another: Jesus, who came to bring life and light. And the darkness has not–and will not–overcome it.
Merry Christmas from Bethany House. May you and your family spend this day in celebration of that perfect light.