It Is Christmas Eve

 

 

Today is Christmas Eve

And it happens to be Sunday,

Remember as you go my friend,

Jesus is the way.

 

There is a difference

Re a Sunday Christmas Eve,

It might only be for Christians

But that’s how we feel.

 

Church services are on

And some will go to church

Though attendance may be down

And I suppose that hurts.

 

Yes, it’s Christmas Eve,

There is still much to be done

But spare a thought I beg,

For God’s begotten Son.

 

He first thought of us

In his first advent to earth

Whence he lay in a lowly stable

After his unusual birth.

 

 

Born of a woman

Yet he was no seed of man,

The only begotten of the Father,

Yes, redemption’s plan.

 

Born of the virgin Mary

He lived a simple life

And unlike what some suggest,

He had no wife.

 

He lived and he died

By crucifixion, you’d recall

But understand my reader friend,

This is surely not all.

 

I used ‘is’ deliberately

For he is no longer dead,

But he is alive this Christmas Eve

Just like he had said.

 

 

On resurrection morn

The stone was rolled away

And history shows beyond doubt,

That day was Sunday.

 

That the day was Sunday

Is not the point I am making

But that he triumphed over death

And today he is living.

 

“Destroy this temple

And I will raise it up again.”

Death was ruthlessly defeated

And he forever reigns.

 

 

Today is Christmas Eve

And it happens to be Sunday,

Remember as you go my friend,

Jesus is the way.

 

Indeed, Jesus is:

The truth, the life, the way,

Yes, he is, on this Christmas Eve

Which is also Sunday.

 

Stewart Russell © December 24, 2023