The Day that Christmas Really Began

It was as if two different worlds stood in that room. Satan, with his cold, dark appearance, was the complete opposite of God's Son, who was surrounded in a shroud of light. Jesus had come with one request for the evil being before Him, though He knew it would come at a great cost to Himself.
Jesus began the conversation with one question. "Would you give Me humanity, Satan?"
Satan laughed cruelly. "Humanity? Why ever would You want them? They are murders, criminals, and idolaters. Their hearts are completely sold out to me. They don't want to return to You. Besides, they chose me over You in the Garden of Eden. Remember?"
"All that matters little to Me." Jesus replied calmly. "I created them in My image, and I love them."
"How could anyone love them?"
"What do you want for them, Satan?"
"Why should I give them to You?"
"What do you want for them, Satan?"
"They hate You. Just leave them alone."
"What do you want for them, Satan?"
"Wait. What do You get out of this?"
Jesus sighed. "I get nothing. In fact, you're right, they have rejected me. Still, I want them. Still, I would give anything for them. Even when they don't love Me, I still love them."
Satan rolled his eyes. "Alright, but I will take only one price. The highest price You can pay."
"Name it."
Satan sneered. "I want Your sweat, Your tears, and Your blood. I'll take You in exchange for all mankind."
There was a moment of silence as the King of Heaven stared into Satan's face, tears glistening in His eyes.
"Agreed."

Christmas Blessings,