Merry Christmas.
The angel gives Joseph a name and a reason, and the reason is the whole of Christmas in a single line: "you shall call his name Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins."
Not from Rome. Not from poverty, or obscurity, or the census, or the hard circumstances that framed that night. From sins.
It is worth noticing how unromantic that is. We have built a great deal of warmth around this night, and rightly — but the angel's explanation of why the baby is coming is not sentimental at all. There is a problem, it is ours, and it is deeper than our circumstances.
And the fix is a person. Not a principle, not an example, not an improved moral framework. A child, with a name that means *the Lord saves*, born into a family tree with Rahab and Bathsheba in it, to a couple too poor to offer more than two birds at the temple.
That is who came for you. Merry Christmas.
Reflect
What have you been most wanting saved from? What does it mean that he came for something deeper than that?
Pray
Jesus, your name means the Lord saves, and that is exactly what you came to do. Thank you for coming for the deepest problem I have and not just the one I feel most. Merry Christmas, Lord. Amen.