“In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him” (1 John 4:9 ESV).

My wife, the mother of my children and grandmother of my children’s children, has begun her annual ritual of converting our kitchen into a Christmas bakery and confectionery extraordinaire. During this time, I, the master of my house, must humbly request admittance before entering this sanctuary of sweets from the maker, who is busily buzzing about from cookie to cake leaving a cloud of flour and sugar in her wake.

“What?” She asks, with a perturbed look on her face, when she catches a glimpse of my entrance in her periphery.

“Uhh… I was just wondering how long you were staying up. I mean, it’s uhh… nearly 11:00 P.M. Aren’t you coming to bed?” I mumble, carefully staying out of her path as she carries a sheet of peppermint chocolate bark to the counter. I’ve learned after 33 years of marriage to this woman that she is not to be interrupted without consequence during this time of year.

“Bed? Do you realize how much I have to do before Christmas? I’ve made the cookies that Finny likes. I’ve started the peppermint bark that Binzy requested. I’ve got the second batch of fudge on the stove for your oldest son, because he already ate the first batch. And I still have to make the peanut butter pinwheels, the chocolate logs, the ginger snaps, the maple…” She goes on and on from here, while wiping a stray hair from her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a white streak of confectionery sugar behind.

I must admit I can’t remember everything she said. My mind fogged over a bit as I sneaked a taste of one of the white chocolate covered cookies on the counter nearest me. Which was quickly followed by slap of my hand and my wife’s exclamation:

“I told you those were for Finny!”

As I hurriedly left the kitchen, grabbing another of “Finny’s” cookies as I made my escape, I thought of how much my wife loves her children. And I reminisced about how most of the items in her kitchen are Christmas recipes that have come down from my mother and from hers. Each of these are like gifts of love coming down from mother to daughter to us.

My wife loves to cook for us. She loves to make things that she knows each of us like best. She knows each family member’s favorites. Her cooking for us is an expression of her love.

Just don’t get in her way while she’s doing it!

Don’t try getting in God’s way either. There was no stopping Him from sending His only begotten Son to us that first Christmas. Believe me, Satan and King Herod tried. Yet, God’s love came down and was made visible for all to see in the person of Jesus. And God wasn’t finished, having given His only begotten Son to us, He offered Him as a propitiation for our sins, atoning for us, so that we might have eternal life through Him.

As the poet, Christina Rossetti, wrote:

“Love came down at Christmas,

Love all lovely, Love Divine,

Love was born at Christmas,

Star and Angels gave the sign.”

God is the source of love and Jesus is the greatest manifestation of that love. We receive this gift of love from God at Christmas when we receive His Son, Jesus Christ.

Now, I’ve gotta go… I think I smell a red velvet cake that needs tasting…

“’The LORD is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘therefore I will hope in him.’” (Lamentations 3:24 ESV).

“No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man” (Matthew 24:36-37 NIV84).

Have you been following this news about the Mayan calendar? Since the 5,000 year old calendar runs out on December 21, 2012, many people are concerned that the world is coming to an end.

This apocalyptic mania has spread across the globe. In Russia, a company is selling an “Apocalypse Kit” that contains food, medicine and a bottle of vodka. In France, authorities have temporarily closed the road to the Pyrenees to prevent throngs from fleeing to the hills in fear of the end times.

I don’t understand the panic. The Norman Rockwell calendar that I get free from the drugstore most years is down to the last page, but I’m not worried. Hopefully, they’ll send me another one for 2013.

It’s not that I don’t believe in end times. I do. It’s just that I believe what Jesus said about it. He told His disciples that they should always be ready because He would return some day, but he also told them that no one would know the exact time. Jesus gave us signs of the end times… an increase of wars, earthquakes, famines, persecution of believers, false prophets, an increase of wickedness and a decrease in love, as the love of many will grow cold (Matthew 24). He said that the gospel would be preached in the whole world so that every nation had heard and then the end would come (Matthew 24:14).

Jesus said that it is as if the world itself is in labor with birth pangs as the end approaches. Just as young Mary labored to give birth to baby Jesus, so the earth itself labors until His return. And He will return.

Just as Jesus came 2000 years ago at the very first Christmas, so He is coming again. He has already fulfilled the Messianic prophecies of His birth, satisfying the hopes of seekers and believers of old, like the Magi and old Simeon who saw him with their own eyes.

He will return just as He said. But when? Well, only the Father knows.

In the meantime, ours is to watch and wait, while telling others about our hope in Christ. Because we have not placed our hopes in a calendar, but in a Person, the Person of Jesus Christ. He is the object of our hope.

By the way, I like this cartoonist’s explanation of the Mayan calendar. Don’t you?

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men” (Luke 2:14 KJV).

“’Peace, peace’ they say, when there is no peace” (Jeremiah 8:11 NIV).

Some 20 centuries ago the angel announced to the shepherds the birth of the Christ child in the city of Bethlehem and the inauguration of peace on earth. Yet, 2,000 Christmases later there is no peace on earth. Sure, there are periods of cease-fire, but no real peace.

Whatever happened to this promise of peace on earth?

Frenchman, Gustave Valbert, in his day reported that “From the year 1496 BC to AD 1861 in 3,358 years there were 227 years of peace and 3,130 years of war, or 13 years of war to every year of peace. There were 286 wars in Europe from 1550 to 1850. From 1500 BC to 1860 AD more than 8000 treaties of peace, meant to remain in force forever, were concluded. They averaged remaining in force two years.”

Valbert’s averages would only be multiplied by the last 150 years of failed peace. There has been an increase of wars, including many that have touched the entire planet. Wars to “end all wars” have been fought, only to be followed by wars even more bloody and costly.

The last part of the 20th century was marked by the Cold War between the USA and the USSR. And while I suppose a cold war is preferable to a warm one, it still kept much of the world in fear of nuclear holocaust. The thawing of the Cold War with the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 gave only a brief reprieve of fear and was replaced by, in some ways, an even more chilling anxiety: terrorism.

Since a car bomb exploded in the basement garage of the World Trade Center in 1993, American’s brief respite from Cold War fears have been transferred from a Russian face to the face of the militant Islamist. The last 20 years have been marked by this war of terror.

Why haven’t we experienced the promise of peace on earth? Instead of peace, we have been living in an ever-increasing state of war.

I think it’s because we’ve misunderstood the meaning of peace. Peace is more than the cessation of hostilities. It is what the Hebrews of the Old Testament called shalom. This shalom is an expression of health and well-being, safety, good relations between peoples and nations, quiet tranquility and contentment, friendship, wholeness, soundness, and completeness. Shalom is a state of the human heart that has been touched by God. The only true source of shalom is God’s Son, the Prince of Peace Himself, Jesus Christ (Isaiah 9:6).

There will be no peace on earth until human hearts are changed. Wars on earth begin as wars within us.

“What is causing the quarrels and fights among you? Don’t they come from the evil desires at war within you? You want what you don’t have, so you scheme and kill to get it. You are jealous of what others have, but you can’t get it, so you fight and wage war to take it away from them” (James 4:1-2 NLT).

The only way we will see peace on earth is by facing this problem of the human heart. In the meantime, Jesus warned us that before peace would come, there would be an increase of war. When His disciples asked Him about this, He replied,

“You will hear of wars and rumors of wars. See that you are not alarmed, for this must take place, but the end is not yet. For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and there will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are but the beginning of the birth pains” (Matthew 24:4-8 ESV).

It’s as if the earth itself is having birth pains, laboring to give birth to peace, it experiences an ever-increasing amount of warfare.

How should we respond? Jesus says, “See that you are not alarmed.” Don’t be afraid or surprised. Instead, discover true peace, true shalom for your hearts by coming to Christ. Then, spend the rest of your life on planet earth being peacemakers and peace ambassodors, sharing the peace of Christ one heart at a time.

“And the angel said to them, ‘Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord'” (Luke 2:10-11 ESV).

Do you ever wonder why we say “Merry Christmas?” Why not say, “Happy Christmas” or some other thing?

The 16th century English carol, “We Wish You a Merry Christmas,” probably promoted the greeting and the commercial printing of Christmas cards in 1843 in London may have spread its usage. But most credit the continuing popularity of Charles Dicken’s, A Christmas Carol, and the Victorian era Christmas traditions it typifies with really popularizing the phrase. First published in 1843, ironically the same year as the first commercial Christmas cards, it became the preferred Christmas greeting in the English speaking world even until this day.

Of course, not everyone believes in saying, “Merry Christmas.”  Some prefer “Happy Christmas” because of the unwholesome stigma they attach to the word “merry.” At least that seems to be where the change in preference began, as the word “merry” was understood to include the idea of public insobriety, as in “making merry.” The strong Methodist influence in the United Kingdom during the 19th century probably made “Happy Christmas” the UK preference. Queen Elizabeth II is said to prefer the “Happy” version.

Today in America, there doesn’t seem to be as much resistance to the word “merry” as to the word “Christmas.” As our culture becomes more and more secular, there is a kind of cultural war against saying anything religious in the public square. The generic sounding “Happy Holidays” is preferred by today’s politically correct. They would no doubt have no trouble with sayng “merry,” but I suppose it doesn’t have the alliterative ring that “happy” does.

So we can see that Dicken’s Ebenezer Scrooge isn’t the only one who has had trouble with saying “Merry Christmas.” The cynical Scrooge rudely deflected the friendly greeting and brooded on the foolishness of those who uttered it.

“If I could work my will,” said Scrooge, “every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding.”

If you’re suffering from the spirit of Scrooge this Christmas, you aren’t alone. According to psychologists, Americans miss more work, and complain of a myriad of more health problems that really relate to clinical depression. America, the land where the “pursuit of happiness” is guaranteed by our Constitution, is filled with depressed people. Americans are increasingly unhappy, especially at Christmas. Why are so many Americans “un-merry?”

Perhaps it’s because we’ve misunderstood the message of Christmas. It’s not about whether we say “merry” or “happy.” The angel who announced the very first Christmas said that it was news of “great joy!”

And joy is better than happiness. Happiness depends upon happenings. It comes from the word “hap” which means “luck, happenstance.” Happiness is based on circumstances and when they change we’re not happy anymore.

But this “great joy” that the angel promised is based on knowing and receiving the true gift of Christmas which is Christ Himself. Happiness is based on chance, but joy is based on choice. As Christian, we can choose joy.

Fortunately, after the Spirits of Christmas effected his transformation, Scrooge was able to heartily exchange the wish with all he met, saying, “I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to everybody!”

After which Scrooge learned to laugh again. As Dickens described it, “It was a splendid laugh, a most illustrious laugh. The father of a long, long line of brilliant laughs!”

When was the last time that you laughed like that?

Stop worrying about being merry or happy. Decide to have a “Joyful Christmas!”

“’O death, where is your victory?  O death, where is your sting?’

The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain” (1 Corinthians 15:55-58).

For the past 21 years, we’ve had a special service on the Sunday evening before Thanksgiving that we call our Thanksgiving Praise Service. It has become a tradition at WCC.

We sing worship songs, we hear Scripture readings, we watch video highlights of the year’s events and these past few years we’ve been finishing the service by preparing gift boxes for Operation Christmas Child. It’s a powerful look back on what God has done in our lives during the year, as well as a hopeful look forward to what He will do next.

I can get pretty emotional at these services. Worshiping together with my fellow Christ followers, I look around to notice the new members, those who came to Christ that year and were baptized. Also, I notice all the new babies in the arms of our young mothers. I’m filled with overwhelming joy as I consider all the new life that God is bringing into our church family.

I also take note of the empty seats. Who are the ones that we have lost this year? We’ve had some wonderful births and baptisms, yet how many failures and funerals have we experienced in the last year? How many have stumbled and fallen into sin? How many loved ones have passed away?

This mixture of emotion follows me home from church and into my own house. As we celebrate Thanksgiving at our house this year, we’re thankful for our new baby granddaughter, Addison. But we’re also still grieving the loss of our grandson, Conner.

Sitting at the table on Thanksgiving Day, I know I’ll be looking at all the young and beautiful faces of my kids and grandkids. I know that I will swell with gratitude. Yet, I also know that I will think about all the previous Thanksgiving Day meals that I have enjoyed in the past and all the loved ones that are no longer sitting at the table with us.

How can we be truly thankful with this mixture of life and death in our lives?

The apostle Paul says that we can give thanks to God because He has given us the victory over death and sin through Christ! He says that we can “abound” in doing good because nothing we do for Christ is in vain. We can be thankful, because in Christ, nothing good is ever lost!

We can remain “steadfast” and “immovable” in our thanks to God because there’s a Day of thanksgiving coming someday soon when there will be no empty seats at the table!