“Where's the line to see Jesus?” sings Becky Kelley in her Christmas music video. A chorus of well-dressed singers on a church stage accompany her clear voice, swaying to the soft beat and gently changing chords.
Where's the line, indeed?
It's not in the mall. It's not in the stores. It's not on the streets.
Missionaries will testify – it's not even in the farthest corners of the earth.
There's no line. There's never been a line.
You know the story. You've heard Linus recite it on A Charlie Brown Christmas. “Now there were in the same country shepherds.”
A few shepherds went to see the newborn King – and they only went because they saw an amazing chorus of angels telling them to do so.
“What about the wise men?” you might ask.
The Bible tells us that King Herod and all Jerusalem were “troubled” when they heard of the birth of their Messiah. They didn't go with the wise men to see Jesus.
When Jesus rose from the dead, the Jewish religious leaders refused to hear the evidence. They circulated rumors to say the early Christians made the whole thing up.
Over the nearly 2,000 years since Jesus left this earth, Christians have pleaded with others to believe the story of God's redemptive plan of salvation, but the human heart desires nothing but its own justification. No one wants to hear they're a sinner, much less that they're unable to remedy the situation on their own.
Millions of people in other religions around the world today will kill a person for converting to Christianity.
Thousands of atheists shut their eyes and close their ears to any evidence of God, any argument that points to the validity of Jesus' life, death, and resurrection.
Even those of us who believe we're Christians - just because we went to church as a kid, or were baptized one time, or said a prayer at an altar call – even we would rather line up for Santa, or shopping, or a candlelight service with softly playing hymns, but not to talk about the One Who died for us.
We rich, well-dressed Christians bury our faces in our stuff, forgetting the poor, the helpless, and the vulnerable. We throw a few pennies toward a charity; we give a few extra gifts to “celebrate the spirit of Christmas;” we sing songs to each other about “the reason for the season.” We talk about presents, lights, trees, family, parties, and even argue about how it all should be celebrated.
But if we truly care, we would tell people about Jesus. People who aren't lining up. People who are headed directly into eternity, clueless, unaware of a Savior.
Christmastime has something to do with a baby in a manger, the world knows. Let's tell them the truth. They won't be lining up to hear it, but they need to.
Where's the line? You tell me.