Genealogy

December 4, 2022

That which Santa Claus does not have (Genealogy) but Christ does; a history of

His-story which provides not a ‘reason for the season’, but THE reason. Were it not

for Christ Jesus there would not be Christ-mas and no reason to remember his birth,

life, death, or resurrection. Our salvation and hope of eternal life in God through

faith in Christ all hinge upon the prophetic certification starting at Genesis and

culminating in the revealing through the Word. Jesus, unlike Santa Claus, is real;

born of a virgin, the offspring of David (Matthew 1:1), the son of Abraham the

father of the faithful, and well pleasing to God himself. Some who would never

defend the cause of Christ or the Christian faith lie to their children about the

‘reality of Santa Claus’. These same people in days past wonder why their children

and grandchildren believe in Christmas and neglect the very Christ for which

December 25 th was ‘officially designated’. The essence of Christianity is Jesus,

savior and Lord, not toys and food. Celebrating Christ might include gifts to others

but not before one devotes himself to him who gave his all. Grace and truth came

through Christ along with forgiveness which enables the disciple of Christ to give

the same to others. This forgiveness, along with the entire gospel message, provides

life abundant now and eternal. However, you cannot give what you do not possess

– you can give toys, clothes, food, and etc. because you have dollars, but

forgiveness, love, and grace are given by devoted Christians. What a difference

between the gifts Santa Claus brings down the chimney and those found at the foot

of the real Christmas cross! You thought you had it good? I’ve got it far beyond

anything I’ve ever earned or deserved and you could have the same if you are

willing to lift Jesus up higher than self. Devoting yourself to Him and denying

yourself is the beginning of true Christmas. You giving yourself to Him is the best

gift you could ever give your neighbor or your child.

Kenneth E. Morrison