So, I made it through Christmas, and on top of my battle with the blues, I had to portion out my pain relief medication (I suffer from a chronic malady). It was my own fault for not refilling it before Christmas, and the timing couldn’t be worse. Yet, I grabbed hold of the fact that Jesus Christ is both Immanuel and MIghty God, and prayed for the Spirit’s strength to persevere. God, in His mysterious yet tangible way, heard and answered.
When I read the following, it reinforced my own little experience with the God of the Universe over the past few weeks, and inspired me once again to peer beyond the dirty window. I embrace the hope of Jesus in the now and the not yet. I hope you’re encouraged too.
- God born as a baby;
- The baby that Mary stared at in the crib was the God who made her;
- He was born so poor and at such a bad time that He had to be born in a barn because there was no room in local hotels; He ended up having to flee for His life because an out of control government was trying to kill Him… yet God was so in control that He appointed a chorus of angels to serenade His birth and a star to guide wise men from thousands of miles away right to his home.
His whole life would be characterized by this kind of paradox:
- He would get hungry; yet, He could feed 5000.
- He would get thirsty; but, He could walk on water.
- He would complain of being tired; but He could heal the sick and raise the dead.
- He would die a criminal’s death, yet He would triumph over death in power.
In that mystery is the story of our salvation. He was born Son of Man and Son of God.
- He was born Son of Man so that He could enter our suffering, share our pain, and bear our sin.
- He was born Son of God because only God could save us.
- As Athanasius, an African theologian said nearly 1700 years ago, said, “He became what we are (sinful human flesh) that He might make us what He is (an eternal son of God).”
Because He was the Son of Man, He’d have nowhere to lay His head; because He was the Son of God, He could give billions shelter beneath His wings (borrowed from JD Greear’s blog who credits Tony Evans).