Recovering the Remarkability of Our Redemption

I think one of the most unintentionally hilarious songs during the Christmas season is the umpteenth rendition of “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year,” because despite the wonderful sentiment, it’s not always the “hap-happiest season of all.” Sometimes – due to loneliness, addiction, or even the over-commercialization of the holiday – it’s quite the opposite. 

All things, not just the holidays, devolve and dilute their meaning and influence over time. This is the natural course of things because of the influence of sin. We see no greater example of this in society’s use (or lack thereof) of language. The progression of technology has led to the dilution of words. We call failures “epic” and individual feats “amazing,” without really considering their true worth.

The art of language has lost much of its former weight and glory. We’re no longer enthralled by words and their ability to capture and captivate our attention – our capacity for thought is relegated to 140 characters or less.

“Remarkable” is another word whose luster has dulled with overuse. Something truly remarkable is that which is wondrous, tremendous, a work so phenomenal that it’s unbelievable – an occurrence so sensational it seems beyond all belief. Such an event is the incarnation of Christ.

The coming of God to man is the most remarkable fact in all of human history. The notion that our omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent, omni-holy, omni-just God would condescend to frail, feeble, fragile, filthy mankind is so far-fetched we have to be told, over and over again.

The mystery of the cross and the glory of our redemption began with the modest magnificence and mysterious renown of a manger. There, in a feeding trough, a little baby boy wailed through heavenly lungs and breathed earthly air for the first time.

In a method which seems severely flawed to our created ears and limited understanding, God has deemed in holiness His Son to be the satisfaction of all His righteous indignation since the Fall.

Holy God occupies unholy ground – remaining untainted by it, walking among us, talking to us, grieving with us, feeling for us, dying for us. The Christ child comes as the Messiah to overrun our deadness and darkness with His deliverance, His light. He comes as the manifestation of wonder and remarkability, the very embodiment of the Godhead’s gracious disposition towards the desperate.

Christmas begins Jesus’s quest to rid the world of sin, redeem the lost, and rescue the downcast. Christmas assails our sin-ridden world and begins the remarkable story of grace, as foretold by the Heavenly Father.

The advent of Christ sets in motion the grand motif of God drawing near to us, not because we’re doing it all right, but because we’re perpetually doing it all wrong. Extraordinarily, this really is “good tidings of great joy.” The incarnation means the inception of illimitable mercy, unilateral love, and inexhaustible grace.

Christmas is the genesis of God’s story of grace in Christ’s condescension. It begins with a Prince humbling Himself, emptying Himself, “taking on the likeness of men” (Phil. 2:7). He endures shame, sickness, pain, and grief, bearing our iniquities and transgressions (Isa. 53). Finally, the Son of Man conquers death, hell, and the grave, crowned as King of kings and Lord of lords.

All goodness finds its dayspring in this moment in time. Our deliverance is first derived from Jesus coming down. Without His descent, there is no ascent for us. Without the Son stooping, we’re forever left to suffer the cruel pangs of sin and hell and brokenness.

As Dr. Bonar says in his Family Sermons, “The Son of God came to take our place of banishment, that, by so doing, he might effect our restoration . . . In love he took the lowest place that he might invite us to the highest. In love he went to the farthest circle of banishment that this earth knows, in order that, by bearing that banishment, he might bring us into the very centre of divine fellowship, and nearness, and heavenly gladness.”

This is our glorious hope, our remarkable redemption: that Jesus came to us, for us. He comes enrobed in love and adorned with grace. Love brought Him down and love leads Him to the cross.

As we celebrate Christmas, let’s not neglect to remember all that this means. Too often, and shamefully so, the busyness and craziness of the holidays crowd the meaning they were meant to have. We’re inundated with parties and people, and without notice we become ungrateful, sour, almost robotic.

As the Christmas crooners begin their incessant singing, let’s not allow the business of the season to deafen us to its source. Let’s not forget that the baby in the manger – the one you hear about in songs on the radio, or playing over speakers at the mall – is also the Wonderful Counselor, the Mighty God, the Eternal Father, the Prince of Peace (Isa. 9:6).

Let us enjoy these times; cherish these moments. Let’s be people so taken up with joy and happiness, as loved ones are embraced and friends are greeted, that we’re immersed in the elation and celebration of the season. And when it’s all over, when the holiday hullabaloo has ceased and wreaths are packed away and the lights are taken down, let’s recover the remarkability of our redemption – the wonder of what Jesus has finished.

He is both Jehovah and Emmanuel, the Lord and the Savior who has come for you. God became man that man might be with God.

This is the story of grace, dawning in Bethlehem and climaxing at Calvary.

And that is remarkable.

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Bradley Gray serves as the senior pastor of Stonington Baptist Church in Paxinos, Pennsylvania, where he lives with his wife Natalie and their three children, Lydia, Braxton, and Bailey. He blogs regularly at In all of his writings, Bradley aims to serve up the timeless truth of God’s “grace upon grace” for every weary and worn-out soul. 

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