Matthew West – Christmas Makes Me Cry – feat. Mandisa
I’m going to be completely frank for the next few minutes.
For a lot of people out there, Christmas sucks.
Harsh as this may sound, you know as well as I do that it’s true. We live in a completely broken, torn apart world. Even while Psalm 47:8 plainly tells us, “God reigns over the nations; God is seated on his holy throne,” I’d be lying if I didn’t freely admit that most of the time it seems like the only thing reigning in this messed up world is our own brokenness.
You better believe Mandisa and Matthew West aren’t the only ones Christmas has the potential to make cry.
I’d be surprised if anyone, anywhere didn’t at one time or another feel pretty darn miserable at Christmas.
I know I hurt when I think about how much I miss my grandmothers at Christmas time.
My heart breaks when I think about the Christmas memories I didn’t get a chance to make with my little girl.
I turn into a floodgate of emotions when faced with Hallmark Commercials, photos of golden retriever puppies wearing Christmas bows, sappy romantic holiday movies and stories revealing the true meaning of Christmas this time of year.
Niagara Falls has nothing on me in these instances, that much is certain.
Tonight as I ponder the true meaning of all my Christmas tears, an unexpected thought pops into my mind.
No one has ever written a song called “Easter Makes Me Cry.”
For a brief moment, I wonder why this is the case? I mean, all the holiday stuff that makes people cry at Christmas is still pretty applicable at Easter. Come to think of it, the story of Easter comes right on the heels of Jesus spending three days being tortured, dying a horrific death, and taking a trip to hell for sins He never committed.
Shouldn’t we not just be crying at Easter over the atrocities committed against our Savior, but tearing out our hair and gnashing our teeth as well?
I mean, seriously, if we are crying at Christmas time over the sweet story about the birth of a little baby boy lying in manger, shouldn’t Easter be filled with a little more angst?
Of course not.
(Had you going there for a minute, though, didn’t I?!)
So why all the tears at Christmas and not Easter?
Perhaps my favorite line of lyrics in Christmas Makes Me Cry explains why our emotions are closer to the surface at Christmas time than any other time of the year:
I think of Mary and the virgin birth
And I’m amazed by how much God thinks we are worth
That He would send His only Son to die
And sometimes Christmas makes me cry
As I picture my precious Savior lying in that lowly manger, the joy I feel as I celebrate His birth is coupled with the full knowledge of what Christmas would one day cost Him.
Because of me. (You, too!)
…I’m amazed by how much God thinks we are worth
That He would send His only Son to die
While I’ve shed many tears at Christmas time, I can’t stop my heart from rejoicing with the knowledge that our Savior’s story didn’t end at Christmas.
It didn’t end when He died, arms outstretched, for you and for me, on the cross at Calgary either.
The promise that was made to us on that Christmas night so long ago was fulfilled in its entirety on that blessed Easter morn when the angel triumphantly announced, “He is not here; for he has risen as he said he would.” (Matthew 28:6)
Because of Easter, because my Lord is risen indeed, I believe with unsurpassing confidence that one day the tears I’ve shed in the past will matter no more, and all the pain and brokenness and death of this world will pass away.
All that will remain is the joy I feel knowing that the price my Savior paid for me has set me free from all of my tears, all of my sadness, and all of my pain forevermore.
No one cries at Easter because Jesus is alive! Hallelujah! (And a very merry Christmas, too!)
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.