broke down, their hotel was a dump, and they had to walk in the rain to a drablittle joint for dinner. The wife ordered a meal in French and got something shedidn't want. The husband called her stupid and their attitudes matched thenegative atmosphere. A French couple at the next table were not exactly helping.The father slapped one of his children and started him crying. A German couple onthe other side were obviously arguing even though they could not understand a wordthey were saying.The only happy person in the place was an American sailor who sat by himselfwriting a letter. An old French flower woman came in and tried to sell flowers ateach table, but no one was in the mood for flowers. She sat down and ordered abowl of soup. "Can you imagine," she said to the waiter, "I haven't sold a flowerall day so it's soup for me on Christmas Eve." They all sat there in heavysilence, never dreaming that there was a contagious spirit about to invade theirlives.The American sailor finished his meal and walked over to the flower woman.He said, "Merry Christmas. I want two of your little corsages. How much arethey?" She said, "One franc apiece." He said, "I'll take two", and he handed hera twenty franc note. "I'll get change", she said. And he said, "Don't bother, itis my Christmas present to you." Then he came over to the table of the Americanfamily and gave the wife one of the corsages. He pressed the other into hisletter and said, " Merry Christmas everybody", as he walked out into the night.The atmosphere in that restaurant exploded with the Christmas spirit. The oldflower woman began to dance and wave her twenty franc note. She invited the pianoplayer to join her for a feast. He began to play happy music and the customersall joined in singing. The boy who was slapped, stopped weeping and joined hisfather in beating out the rhythm with his fork on a glass. There was such ajubilant spirit of celebration that people going by came into the restaurant andjoined in the singing. That sailor was a carrier, and through his mouth heinfected the whole atmosphere with the contagious joy of Christmas. What a bugthis Christmas bug is. When it gets into your system, it cures you of thenegatives that plague your life.Germs and the Gospel have this in common-they are spread by word of mouthfrom person to person. It is not true that only bad news travels fast. Good newscan spread like wild fire. It did on the first Christmas, and we read in verse18, "And all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them." Thisgood news was not only contagious and spreading like wild fire, it was having apotent impact on all who were touched by it. They were amazed; they wereastonished; they were in a state of wonderment. All of these things are conveyedby the Greek word describing their symptoms as they are infected with the goodnews of Christmas. From Satan's point of view, the Christmas spirit was like aplague he could not stop. He tried to stamp it out in it's early stages, butHerod's plot failed, and the good news kept spreading. The Gospel germ had tomuch virility for his anti-Christ attack. It kept spreading from person toperson, and today it has spread around the world. From Satan's perspective, it isthe greatest plague in history. I would like to make a medical examination of the spirit of Christmas. Adiagnosis of this contagious spirit will help us see it's major symptoms moreclearly. Diagnosis is a Biblical word. Paul in Acts 25:21, appeals to Caesar fora hearing. The Greek word for hearing is diagnosis. It means thorough orcomplete knowledge. Paul wants Caesar to hear the whole story, and have acomplete grasp of all the facts. When a doctor diagnoses you it means they get acomplete knowledge of your symptoms, and thus are able to identify the disease youhave.
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