But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those under the law so that we might receive adoption as sons. – Galatians 4:4-5 ESV
My mind and heart have indeed been occupied lately by thoughts of the birth of our Savior, the Lord Jesus. I don’t think I could ever write anything that would come close to expressing the wondrous miracle of the Incarnation. It transcends our comprehension. That God would come in flesh to dwell among us; that He would die for us; that He would purchase us. This King, this Lord, that is above all others, was born as a baby in a smelly barn in a small town. His earthly parents were a poor couple from Nazareth with no social influence. The first to be told of His birth were lowly shepherds, not exactly the social elites of the day. Herod so feared this baby that he ordered all boys in Bethlehem 2 years and younger to be put to death in an effort to snuff Him out.
There was no fanfare…no parades and pagentry. So simple, so quiet, so still. And yet it was the event that changed the whole course of human history.
Kind of changes the perspective, no? We seem to always look for the big things, the spectular things, the razzle dazzle. Surely that’s where God’s power will shows itself! And indeed it does – you can’t get anymore razzle dazzle than a sea parting or a river turning to blood. But when God chose to enter our world, He did so in the most unexpected fashion. He did so quietly, unassuming. And yet, this quiet, simple event of a baby being born is the most important thing that could have ever happened.
I pray that you will all have opportunity to be still and silent this Christmas and ponder the magnficent beauty of God’s love for us. That is, after all, what Christmas is all about.
Grace and peace…