Christmas in May

by Andy Wood on May 15, 2008

in Life Currency, Love

Laura Kate 4I’ve said it often in church life:  there is nothing more useless (and sometimes obnoxious) than a new grandparent.

Uh huh.

So anyway…

Amazing creatures, these babies – resting peacefully in somebody’s eager arms or lying in the bed, quietly watching the world go by.  Filled with wonder at times, filling the room with noise at times.  Innocent and defenseless, yet powerful enough to hold your heart in their tiny hands.  So capable of needing and being needed, even before she takes her first nap. Babies!  I realized the other day how long it had been since I had held one, or played with one.  I remembered how little we still truly know about them.

How does God do that anyway?  How can one life be created in the image of two, a miniature version of her Mommy and Daddy?  How can she be so unable to care for herself, yet totally equipped to learn, to grow, and to develop?  What’s really going through her mind as she lies there quietly?  What will she become one day?  Will she be a woman or a witch, an angel or a devil?  We talk of “accidents,” but God never does.  What does God have in mind for her?  How much of God will she ever truly experience?  What kind of God will she see in me?  Or in her parents?

“But when the fullness of the time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the law” (Galatians 4:4). 

He had appeared at other times in the Old Testament.  He was the Captain of the Lord’s Host, or the Angel of the Lord.  He was in the fiery furnace.  In every case, He appreared as a man.  But when the fullness of the time came, He arrived as a baby.  A great big bundle of needs.  He had to be held, rocked, sung to and fed, changed, protected, clothed and taught.  His parents had some of the same questions about Him my parents had about me.  Some of the same fears, too.  And believe me, they had more questions than answers.  But they were available.  And willing.  And they loved their Son for the way He was like every other baby.  They also loved their Son for the ways He was different.

There were no sermons in Bethlehem.  No lessons.  No disciples or publicans.  There were no cradles, mobiles, or receiving blankets, either.  Just a baby, with greatful parents and a few witnesses, born for a purpose at just the right time.  But oh, what a miracle!  Oh, what He would become!  And because of who He was, and because of what He did, you and I will always be able to look into the eyes of an infant and know, “There really is hope.”

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Daddy May 15, 2008 at 12:20 pm

Great Post Andy. Couldn’t have said it better myself!!!!!!!

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