by Sandra Allen Lovelace       @SandraALovelace       #TimetobeYOU!

Heather stared out the frosty window not seeing the red cardinal flitting from branch to feeder. Her doctor’s measured tone had delivered the diagnosis and treatment—cancer, further tests, surgery, radiation, chemo-therapy. His final words echoed in her fuzzy brain. But there are no guarantees. We’ll have to see how things go. I wish I had better news.

A tender good-bye kiss from her husband that morning was a dim memory. Still wrapped in her pink pajamas and plaid robe, thoughts about dinner refused to rise. “Lord, I can’t even look at the future. How am I supposed to walk through my days knowing I’ve got this insidious disease that’s going to kill me.” Tears dripped from chin to clenched hands.

Images of a frail woman without hair, fading into the whiteness of hospital sheets flashed across her mind’s eye when her returning husband held her close. “The suffering. How am I ever going to endure so much suffering? And I’m expected to choose to go through this. I can’t. I simply can’t.”

Ron leaned back and focused his warm brown eyes on hers. “Honey, you’re right. The process will be arduous and undoubtedly painful, but it’s the only way we can save your life.”

“But I’m not sure it’s worth it.” She dropped her eyes. “I’m just not sure.”

***

As we enter the last few days before Christmas, my thoughts turn to the pre-conception Son, the Creator and Word. What must it have been like to understand the coercive, corrosive reality of sin, it’s prognosis and only cure … the personal price He would pay, leave His throne to endure pain of every kind … the undeservedness of those He would ransom, their intentional rebellion and repeat offenses … and the ingratitude of many who would come yet continue in arrogance and idolatry?

To live with the knowledge that the ultimate cost would be a horrific, shameFUL death before a crowd of jeering witnesses, followed by a future full of questions about your life, your work, your very identity? And still choose to go.

Who although He [Christ Jesus] existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men. Philippians 2:6-7

No one has taken it [my life] from Me, but I lay it down on My own initiative. I have the authority to lay it down, and I have the authority to take it up again. John 10:18

May our celebration of Christ’s birth include our awareness of His willing sacrifice.    Oh the love.

   Sandra

*references are NASB, unless otherwise noted

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