And the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; for you have found favor with God.
And behold, you will conceive in your womb, and bear a son, and you shall name Him Jesus.”
On my way into the Christmas eve service I found myself wanting to give the Easter greeting, “Christ is Risen!”
After chuckling at my mistake, I thought some about the difference between Easter and Christmas.
I expect the God of the universe to be able to do big things like conquer death.
It does not come as a surprise to me that the maker and sustainer of all things should be able to heal, forgive, teach wisely, or choose to give his life as a sacrifice.
That God would do something small.
That God could do something so small as to take the form of a human embryo.
The miracle of the incarnation is the miracle that rocks my world.
Miracles of power I can accept even if I do not understand them.
This miracle of the giving up of power shatters all my notions of God, strength, sovereignty, and glory.
Christmas. When God broke into the human story by becoming a helpless human baby.
When God chose to do his biggest act of power by becoming small.
No doubt the resurrection towers in its importance and power.
I think it is surpassed, though, by the unfathomable miracle of God becoming small.
All I can do is bend the knee and worship.
May the awe and wonder of the incarnation bless your Christmas too.