Christmas Eveby Dr. Gary S. Moore on 12/20/19
I remember when my sister Cindy and I were small, she was about four and I was six. We slept in twin beds with an old fashioned wind up alarm clock on a night table between the beds. It was Christmas Eve and we were so excited we couldn’t stand it. Of course we had to go to bed around ten o’clock and after what seemed like hours and hours Cindy said what time is it now, is it morning yet. She couldn’t really tell time yet, so I picked up the clock only to find that it hadn’t even been five minutes. So about every four or five minutes after that we checked the clock sure that the night had passed and morning had come, till I guess sometime around midnight we finally drifted off the sleep. Still we woke every half hour or so to be bitterly disappointed that morning still had not come. It was the longest night of our young lives and we couldn’t understand why the clock seemed to move so slow. When morning finally did come my older sister June had to wake us to rise and enter a living room filled with Christmas presents, candy, fruit and a tree all lit up and shining in what seemed to us the most beautiful sight ever.
This year many of you will see your children and grandchildren go through similar torture as they try as best they can to wait out the children’s longest night of the year. To this day I’m convinced that something happened to that old alarm clock, I could hear it ticking but I know those hands refused to move on that night so long ago. This Christmas season let us be reminded of this truth in Biblical fashion. The scripture gives us this truth in a much broader context. II Peter 3:8-9 states “But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is long-suffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.”
A thousand years seems such a very, very long time, half the time that now separates us from the birth of Christ. We cannot even relate it to our family generations, it would be our grandparents fifty times removed. Yet the scripture reminds us that we need not be anxious that Jesus has not yet returned for two thousand years, because for God, it’s like a couple of days. Our alarm clock is running very slow, but God’s is not.
Many years after Cindy and I endured the longest night of the year, I was the parent of three children of my own, Rebekah was getting a play kitchen that year. After the children went to bed I opened the box that contained said kitchen to find the largest box of wood screws I have ever seen. It was before the days of cordless screwdrivers or drills, so with my hand held Phillips head screw driver I went to work. Once finished I dragged myself upstairs to find Helen sound asleep, I lay down.....and just as I closed my eyes, Rebekah was whispering in my ears...daddy, it’s morning. I had just experienced the shortest night of my life. It really is a matter of perspective, what is seemingly unending time to us is but a moment to God.
This year once again we celebrate His first coming; but His second coming is just as sure as His first, so don’t let the scoffers discourage or dishearten you. For me it’s been sixty three Christmases, just a few ticks of the clock in my father’s timing. The morning of the rapture is coming. Like children we look every few moments to see if it’s time yet, but in an hour we think not....He will come.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE, AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!