I haven’t done a pondersome post for a while, so here it comes.
Being a dad, again, and being near Christmas has turned my thoughts toward the Incarnation of Christ. The whole process of pregnancy, birth, and taking care of a new baby is hard and messy – and I’m just the dad! Something I had forgotten is how helpless a new baby is. Lydia didn’t know how to eat or fall asleep, and the only message she could send was to cry. She’s started smiling every now and then, so that’s nice, but they don’t start out that way. They also don’t sleep 5.5 hours straight at night (which she is now – yay!).
It should utterly amaze us that Jesus Christ, the Lion of Judah, the second person of God, King of Kings and Lord of Lords, would enter the world like all other humans. On top of that, He was born in a barn! A far cry from that nice hospital room we had with nurses a button push away, not to mention the epidural. Jesus had dirty diapers. Jesus woke Mary up every 2 hours or so.
Why? Why come in such a way?
So He could be our great high priest, who knows us and our weaknesses firsthand. So He could truly live the perfect, full, human life. So He could be tempted in every way we are, including our childhood temptations. So He could die in the place of all His chosen people.
Remember that our God is great AND humble. And have a Merry Christmas y’all.