Unto us

One of my favorite things about spending Christmas with my family is our traditions. One of them is to read Christmas Devotions over brunch. We usually read the same two every year and sometimes sprinkle one or two new ones in as well. Let me share one of my favorites with you. It is from the book “The Glory of Christmas” which is a compilation of inspirational writings from Charles Swindoll, Max Lucado and Charles Colson.

Untethered by time, God sees us all. From the backwoods of Virginia to the business district of London; from the Vikings to the astronauts, from the cave-dwellers to the kings, from the hut -builders to the finger-pointers to the rock-stackers, He sees us. Vagabonds and ragamuffins all; He saw us before we were born.

And He loves what He sees. Flooded by emotion, overcome by pride, The Starmaker turns to us, one by one, and says, “You are my child. I love you dearly. I am aware that someday you’ll turn from me and walk away. But I want you to know, I’ve already provided a way back.”

And to prove it He did something extraordinary.

Stepping from the throne, He removed His robe of light and wrapped Himself in skin: pigmented, human skin. The Light of the universe entered a dark, wet womb. He whom angels worship nestled Himself in the placenta of a peasant, was birthed into the cold night, and then slept on cow’s hay.

Mary didn’t know whether to give Him milk or give Him praise . but she gave Him both since He was, as near as she could figure, hungry and holy.

Joseph didn’t know whether to call Him Junior of Father. But in the end he called Him Jesus, since that is what the angel had said and since He didn’t have the faintest idea what to name a God he could cradle in his arms.

Don’t you think their heads tilted and their minds wondered, “What in the world are you doing, God?” Or better phrased, “God, what are you doing in the world?”

“Can anything make me stop loving you?” God asks. “Watch me speak your language, sleep on your earth, and feel your hurts. Behold as the Maker of sight and sound as He sneezes, coughs and blows His nose. You wonder if I understand how you feel? Look into the eyes of the kid in Nazareth; that’s God walking to school. Ponder the toddler at Mary’s table; that’s God spilling His milk.

“You wonder how long my love will last? Find your answer on a splintered tree, on a craggy hill. That’s me you see up there, your Maker, your God, nail-stabbed and bleeding. Covered in spit and sin-soaked.

“That’s your sin I’m feeling. That’s your death I’m dying. That’s your resurrection I’m living. That’s how much I love you.”

Max Lucado
In the Grip of Grace

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.”
Isaiah 9:6

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