We were mean ones, Mr. Grinch

Here’s the link to the lyrics for a Christmas song you probably know—“You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch” from Dr. Seuss’s animated classic, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas.”  http://www.christmaslibrary.ca/grinch/song.htm

You can watch the video here.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgP0aUKlmNw

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So if you’ve ever heard the song, or at least read the lyrics just now, you probably noticed that the Grinch was a pretty bad dude.  Anyone who is not preferred over a seasick crocodile is, for lack of better words, vile.

The thing is—and this may sound like a bit of a stretch, but go with me—we were also pretty vile before we found Christ.  I don’t just mean me particularly—I mean everyone.  We tend to categorize sins and lifestyles (“Oh, she’s not a bad person”) but one of my all-time favorite quotes is from David Platt says, “Yet the penalty for sin is not determined by our measure of it. Instead, the penalty for sin is determined by the magnitude of the One who is sinned against.”  That means that we shouldn’t categorize sins by how “bad” they are—we should categorize them by how vile they look when compared to God.  And when compared to perfect, sinless God, all sins are in the same category—sludge.  So even though I’ve never murdered anybody, before I became a child of God, He categorized me with murderers.  It sounds harsh, but it’s true.

Before I became a child of God, I was as vile as the Grinch.  Matthew 12:30 says, “”Whoever is not with me is against me, and whoever does not gather with me scatters.”  That means that there are two kinds of people—God’s children, and not God’s children. I wasn’t a child of God, I was a child of Satan.  It’s impossible to be neutral when it comes to God.  You’re either with Him or you’re not.  Before you accept Christ, you’re not.  You’re categorized with sinners.

But wait!  Before you click away in despair, there is hope!!!

Do you remember the end of the Grinch story?  Here it is.  **MAJOR SPOILER ALERT**

“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,

stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?

It came without ribbons. It came without tags.

It came without packages, boxes or bags.

And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.

What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store.

What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”

Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

Some may call it predictable, but I call it much better than any Hallmark movie.  **let the angry comments begin**  Yes, that’s right—the Grinch realizes that Christmas “means a little bit more.”  After seeing innocent little Cindy Loo-Hoo, he puts back all the Christmas ornaments and joins the Who’s (who else thinks they should be called Whovians??) in their Christmas celebration.

“And he, he himself…the Grinch…carved the roast-beast!”

Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

It’s a great story because it shows that even thought the Grinch had a heart full of unwashed socks and a soul full of gunk, he found forgiveness from the Who’s and was given a second chance.

Even though we, too, have gunky souls and unclean hearts, we can find forgiveness from God.  He is a God of second chances.

If you want to take advantage of this second chance, a simple prayer to God acknowledging your need for Him.  This video will explain it all.  https://gotquestions.org/way-of-salvation.html

Have a great Christmas.  Be like the grinch (well, at the end of the story, anyway).  You too can find a second chance this year!

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