{"id":1347,"date":"2015-12-26T16:21:03","date_gmt":"2015-12-26T21:21:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/john-anyan\/?p=1347"},"modified":"2015-12-26T16:21:03","modified_gmt":"2015-12-26T21:21:03","slug":"no-christmas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/john-anyan\/2015\/12\/26\/no-christmas\/","title":{"rendered":"No Christmas."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The picture stood in stark contrast to the other Christmas photos that flooded my Facebook news feed: pictures of carefully color-coordinated\u00a0kids with a jolly Santa, of brightly lit and beautifully decorated Christmas trees, of serene snow-covered landscapes, of smiling children holding up their favorite presents, of colorful arrays of Christmas cookies and yummy treats. It was a black picture with a sobering messages printed faintly on it: <strong>&#8220;This is what Christmas looks like for 2000 people groups: there is none.&#8221;<\/strong> No lights, no gifts, no Christmas songs, no &#8220;Merry Christmases&#8221; and no family gatherings. Just another day in their dark lives filled with fear and hopelessness.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/john-anyan\/files\/2015\/12\/No-Christmas.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-1348\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/john-anyan\/files\/2015\/12\/No-Christmas-600x450.jpg\" alt=\"No Christmas\" width=\"600\" height=\"450\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/john-anyan\/files\/2015\/12\/No-Christmas-600x450.jpg 600w, https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/john-anyan\/files\/2015\/12\/No-Christmas-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/john-anyan\/files\/2015\/12\/No-Christmas.jpg 960w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nThe picture was a little bit like a slap in the face&#8230; after all, who wants to be sad on Christmas or think about people thousands of miles away? Who wants to be burdened with the weight of lost souls in &#8220;the happiest time of the year&#8221;? But have we not lost the true meaning of Christmas if we don&#8217;t feel that weight? If Christmas becomes all about <em>us<\/em>, the <em>other-centered<\/em> heart of God is lost.<\/p>\n<p>This Christmas, John and I are reminded why we are doing what we&#8217;re doing and feel a new sense of urgency to focus on the task ahead of building a team of financial and prayer supporters so that we are able to GO in 2016.<\/p>\n<p>On Christmas morning, I opened the devotional <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Streams-Desert-Daily-Devotional-Readings\/dp\/0310282756\/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1451066565&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=streams+in+the+desert\">&#8220;Streams in the Desert&#8221;<\/a>\u00a0and read this, which resonated with what has been on my heart this Christmas season. I hope it blesses you as well.<\/p>\n<p><em>A few years ago a striking Christmas card was published, with the title, \u201cIf Christ had not come.\u201d It was founded upon our Saviour\u2019s words, \u201cIf I had not come.\u201d The card represented a clergyman falling into a short sleep in his study on Christmas morning and dreaming of a world into which Jesus had never come.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>In his dream he found himself looking through his home, but there were no little stockings in the chimney corner, no Christmas bells or wreaths of holly, and no Christ to comfort, gladden and save. He walked out on the public street, but there was no church with its spire pointing to Heaven. He came back and sat down in his library, but every book about the Saviour had disappeared.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>A ring at the door-bell, and a messenger asked him to visit a poor dying mother. He hastened with, the weeping child and as he reached the home he sat down and said, \u201cI have something here that will comfort you.\u201d He opened his Bible\u00a0to look for a familiar promise, but it ended at Malachi, and there was no gospel and no promise of hope and salvation,\u00a0and he could only bow his head and weep with her in bitter despair.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Two days afterward he stood beside her coffin and conducted the funeral service, but there was no message of consolation, no word of a glorious resurrection, no open Heaven, but only \u201cdust to dust, ashes to ashes,\u201d and one long eternal farewell. He realized at length that \u201cHe had not come,\u201d and burst into tears and bitter weeping in his sorrowful dream.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Suddenly he woke with a start, and a great shout of joy and praise burst from his lips as he heard his choir singing in his church close by:<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cO come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,<br \/>\nO come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;<br \/>\nCome and behold Him, born the King of Angels,<br \/>\nO come let us adore Him, Christ, the Lord.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Let us be glad and rejoice today, because \u201cHe has come.\u201d And let us remember the annunciation of the angel, \u201cBehold I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people, for unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.\u201d (Luke 2:10, 11).<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cHe comes to make His blessing flow, Far as the curse is found.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>May our hearts go out to the people in heathen lands who have no blessed Christmas day. \u201cGo your way, eat the fat, drink the sweet, and SEND PORTIONS TO THEM FOR WHOM NOTHING IS PREPARED.\u201d (Neh. 8:10).<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The picture stood in stark contrast to the other Christmas photos that flooded my Facebook news feed: pictures of carefully color-coordinated\u00a0kids with a jolly Santa, of brightly lit and beautifully decorated Christmas trees, of serene snow-covered landscapes, of smiling children holding up their favorite presents, of colorful arrays of Christmas cookies and yummy treats. 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