Can you believe that this is the last week of Advent? I just am not feeling the whole Christmas vibe this year. It could be because I was playing Ultimate Frisbee in shorts today and sweating. It could be because Meredith seemed to do all of the shopping this year. It could be because for the first time in my life I am not going to in Mayfield on Christmas. It could also be because I have been working like a dog and still have more stuff to do before I am finished.
Whatever the reason Christmas snuck up on me this year. We should really celebrate the incarnation everyday, not just on a random day in December, but when you stop and really wrap your head around what this day signifies it is really staggering. God–the creator of the universe, the God that Isaiah says sits on the circumference of the earth, Yaweh Himself, the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, that same God–humbled himself all the way to the point of becoming a baby. Not only did immortality put on mortality. He started off as a baby.
He could have come as a King and demanded that we serve Him. He could have come as a warrior and forced us to fear Him. He could have as a great sage and talked us into following Him. He could have come in a myriad of ways and used His awesome power to affect us in just as many ways. But God chose to come as a baby. Because He wants more that service, more than awe, more that fear, more than reverence. God wants our love. And in Christmas and the Cross He proved that there is no length to which He will not go to win our hearts.
Yeah, Christmas is a pretty special day.