It was announced again when it happened. Not just the birth of a child, but the birth of a Savior. A child born to mankind. A child born to save us. God’s own son born to a woman. So he could live like us. So he could live among us. He would be unique because he never did the wrong thing, always did the right thing. The devil tried to get him to make wrong choices but he did not. He did, however, experience what it was like to live in a messed-up world.
He was born to fix it. He was born to save us from our bad choices, our sin. He was born to die. The perfect person died for the imperfections of all of us. He paid the price for our sins. And after he died, he rose from the dead. God raised him back to life. He went home to heaven and left his followers here to keep telling this story. Someday he will come back to take those who believe in him home to heaven. So they too will be raised from the dead to live with God forever.
The child who came to die was Jesus. He lives. He invites you to believe.
That is an amazing story. It sounds too good to be true: a Savior born, a Savior died, a Savior raised to life. And then we are invited to do the same: be born again by dying with him so we can live a new life now and forever.