I feel overwhelmed with joy as I write this post. My heart is grateful for the Lord’s provision. I certainly don’t deserve the blessed life He has given me.

On this day, sixteen years ago, I became spiritually alive. The Father made me a new creation. Through Jesus I won total victory.

This Christmas I have a new son. My life is different. My perspective has been transformed by a new love, unique to this little boy.

The night I experienced salvation, my father was reading the story of The Prodigal Son from the Gospel of Luke. Though I had heard it several times before, the Spirit illumined new truths. I saw the Father’s forgiveness in contrast to the outright rebellion of the son.

I look at Will, my 6 day old son, and a wonderful, new love flows from the wellspring of my heart, the Source being Christ Jesus.

Christmas is a celebration of new life. The celebration of a Savior who emptying himself, laid aside a throne, a crown, and robe. Amazingly, He traded heaven for a manger, rags, and a tiny human body. What a sacrifice of love!

The love the Father had for His Son is beyond our understanding. That He was willing to send Jesus to rescue us exceeds all human comprehension.

Christmas means different things to different people. But to me it means new life. It’s all around me.

It is seen in the birth of my son. It is remembered in the celebration of my salvation. It is proclaimed through the heavens and the earth, Jesus is everything.

He has come to bring new life.