Christmas through my eyes - The groom's perspective. By Patience Jedidah

in Articles By Mccuon on 24 Dec 2025

Christmas Through My Eyes: The Groom’s Perspective

I remember the day the stars went dim in their eyes. 

I saw the Fall, the curse, and the heartbreak that would follow for thousands of years. 

I saw her, my bride, broken and drifting away, away from home.

At that very moment, I made a choice.

“I will go!”

All heaven went silent. The tense, uncomfortable kind of silence. 

Then they mumbled, they murmured.

Some heavenly hosts stood up, poised, ready to stop me. 

To protect me… from myself.

But I gave no command.

“I will go. For her, I will,” I repeated.

“But it means you are going to die... the wages of sin is death…”

“Yes. I will die for her… I’d rather die than spend an eternity without her…’’

“I can make you another bride...”

“I don’t want another one; I want only her…I love her.”

And it was decided.

A day after the creation was cursed, after the fall of man, after the bride sinned… perhaps a thousand years later, I went to crush the serpent’s head. 

But first, my heel had to be struck.

I, the Omnipresent, was now enclosed in a woman’s womb.

I, unlimited by time, could now only be seen after nine months.

The Maker of the universe, strong and mighty, became a little baby boy.

I, who has a voice like the rushing waters, now cried with sharp little shrieks.

I, whose eyes are like blazing fire, now had eyes so small.

I, who wears a robe reaching down to my feet and a golden sash around my chest, was now wrapped with swaddling clothes.

I, whose face is like the sun shining in all its brilliance, now had a face, a cute face, smiling with innocence.

I was powerless, small… yet powerful, mighty. 

Fully God, now fully man.

Even then, I foresaw the scene on the hill; where three figures would hang on a tree. 

Arms spread. 

And I would be one of them; the one in the middle.

Even when the heavens would cry, “It would be less painful if…’’

I would say, “But it wouldn’t be love… and it was why I came…”

It was a sacrifice, but it was love. 

The love I had for her. 

Then there were angels and stars, wisemen and shepherds: the first night of Christmas.

The night I did it all for her.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

I’ve often wondered why Christmas brings a warmth to my heart that I simply cannot explain. Even in the midst of life's heartbreaks throughout the year: the breakups, the losses, and the letdowns; there is a stubborn, joyful glow that persists every December.

I’ve realized it’s because Christmas is the beginning of the ultimate love story. It’s not just a holiday; it is the moment the Groom stepped out of eternity to rescue a Bride who couldn't find her way home.

The warmth we feel is the residual heat of a Love so big it had to be born in a stable to keep from burning the world up. 

A gift that great deserves a celebration this grand. 

We are not just spectators; we are the

reason He came.

Oh, what manner of love!

John 3:16!