Christmas Myth or Reality?

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A pageant whose core is an infant and a mother, can’t help but call up a nation’s, even a world’s primal longing and remembrance around its own early childhood experience. It isn’t surprising that the world is drawn to this season with such passion and ritual. [But] have we created a [Christmas] myth to cover the reality; a myth to satisfy our own needs? A myth so powerful that the mystery and wonder of the Incarnation is all but lost and as a result, we are depressed.

—Karen Hoyt in Eternity (Jan. 1988). Christianity Today, Vol. 32, no. 18.

See: Isaiah 7:14; Luke 2:1-20; John 1:14; 1 Timothy 3:16.

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