He’s here! The Light of the World, the Prince of Peace, the Lord of Lords, the Savior of Mankind—God has arrived on Earth!
And…he’s a baby?
A tiny, squirming, helpless, crying, kinda-looks-like-Winston-Churchill poop machine?
Because that’s how much God loves us.
Jesus didn’t enter this world as a limitless, immaculate, divine being beyond reckoning but instead gave up His entire identity—the power, the glory, the freedom of being God—to confine himself to our fragile, messy human form.
And he started at the beginning.
He came as a baby so he could be a kid, a teenager, a twentysomething, a grownup. To have a full human life so we can know that our Savior isn’t some capricious deity living on a cloud, but a flesh and blood and spirit being exactly like us who knows what it’s like to endure the trials of this human life.
The King of Kings became the lowest of the low—to be with us.
That’s some serious love right there.
Merry Christmas to you, my friends. Go out there knowing that the same Jesus we celebrate today, the one who gets it when no one else does, lives within you. Go proclaim joy to the world—the Lord has come! (And maybe snuggle a baby while you’re at it.)
“For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the greatness of his government and peace
there will be no end.”
[Isaiah 9:6-7 NIV]