Why do I celebrate Christmas?

Over the past week, I found myself sitting with a question I couldn’t easily brush aside, why do I celebrate Christmas? Do I celebrate it because of tradition or is it because of the decorations or for having conversations in the name of fellowship. I realized I didn’t want to celebrate something just because I always have. I wanted to know why this still matters to me. And strangely, that question led me even deeper, to another one I wasn’t expecting: why the Bible at all? Because Christmas without Scripture is just a story.

So why the Bible?

As a Christian, the immediate answer is obvious: it’s the Word of God, inspired by the Holy Spirit. And I believe that with all my heart. But I didn’t want to stop there. I wanted an answer that felt personal—something I could honestly relate to.

I was reminded of something Chuck Missler once said. He noted, almost humorously, that the first eleven chapters of Genesis can feel overwhelming—creation, the flood, the origins of the world. But from Genesis 12 onward, the Bible begins to feel different. It becomes personal. It tells the stories of real people—men and women who fail, doubt, repent, obey, and sometimes walk away from God altogether.

And as I reflected on that, something hit me quietly but deeply: that’s me in the Bible.

My failures.

My shortcomings.

My repentance.

My love for God.

My struggle to stay faithful.

The Bible doesn’t sanitize humanity. It tells the truth about us. And somehow, in all that brokenness, God keeps showing up. That’s why it still speaks to me.

So with that in mind, why do I celebrate Christmas?

Let’s start with what Christmas actually is? Christmas is the remembrance of the birth of Jesus Christ. God stepping into human history. The incarnation. God becoming flesh. Not just to visit humanity, but to rescue it. To save mankind and to restore what was lost. To reestablish His Kingdom, not somewhere far away, but here on earth.

And here’s something that still amazes me: Christmas was first announced not to humanity, but to the enemy.

In Genesis 3:14–15, right after the fall, God speaks directly to the serpent:

“I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your seed and her Seed. He will crush your head…” In that moment, God was declaring something powerful, this would not be the end. The devil had broken intimacy between God and man, introducing corruption, chaos, and confusion. But God responded not with destruction, He responded with a promise. A promise that He Himself would come.

Isaiah echoes this centuries later: “The Lord Himself will give you a sign: the virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and shall call His name Immanuel.”

Pause and think about that for a moment.

God didn’t stay distant.

He didn’t abandon a broken world.

He stepped into it.

Jesus entered a world filled with confusion and pain to rebuild what was lost in Eden. He came for me. To turn my heart back to the Father. To restore relationship. To make a way for me to be called a son of God.

That’s how personal Christmas is to me. I have a God who is not going to judge me by my shortcomings but is going to be there in me and with me to help me crossover to takeover.

He didn’t come as a King in comfort but He came in vulnerability.

He died for me to be redeemed.

He became sin so I could be made righteous.

He became poor so I could become rich.

He suffered so I could rejoice.

He became a servant so I could become a son.

He became weak so I could be strengthened.

He was wounded so I could be healed.

He became mortal so I could receive eternal life.

And yet, knowing all this, I still find myself trying to solve life’s problems by looking around, relying on people, systems, or my own strength. But the answer has already come. It didn’t come from earth. It came from heaven.

“A virgin shall conceive and bear a child.”

That is why I celebrate Christmas.

Not because everything is perfect.

Not because life is easy.

But because God stepped into my brokenness and changed the story.

So as I close, I want to invite you to pause for a moment and ask yourself the same question:

Why do you celebrate Christmas?

Is it tradition?

Is it obligation?

Or is it remembrance—of what God has done for you?

For me, it’s deeply personal. And that’s why Christmas still matters.