The timeless gift of a baby.
All very tiny humans are, as far as I’m concerned,
adorable. The description fits some a bit more than others. Occasionally a baby
comes along who is, well, not exactly the customary version of cute. But pick
him up and squeeze him, and it doesn’t matter. Wrapping your arms around a
wiggling, cooing baby makes the day much better, and it doesn’t matter if he,
or she, looks like Winston Churchill. But the little beings emit strange noises
and odors, and sometimes they cover their helplessly awestruck fans in stuff no
one could describe as adorable. They’re like a little piece of Heaven. Then
they remind us we live in a world where things get messy.
The baby boy who came by divine design must have had
the same effect on his earthly family. Even though he didn’t get the sterile
birthing environment we demand when we welcome a baby, his mother must have
adored him. Joseph must have been mesmerized by the sight of him. Maybe his
grandparents coddled him. He was not just a piece of Heaven. Whether they knew
it or not, this baby was their ticket to Heaven.
He was the savior of the world and yet he came as one
completely helpless. And undeniably wonderful. But some were willing to destroy
a generation of sweet little boys to keep one baby from fulfilling prophecy. As
if anyone could put an end to God’s plan.
The prophet Isaiah tells us about the baby:
Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign:
Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and shall call His name
Immanuel (God with us). Isaiah 7:14
Three decades later, the baby was not someone to
coddle. Most were long over their fascination with the little man. He was just a carpenter from Nazareth.
But a few recognized Jesus for who he really was. And then the sweet story we
celebrate of the baby born in a manger became the bitter, bloody event Isaiah
wrote about seven hundred years before it happened. The Son perfectly submitted
to his Father’s perfect plan. The plan was not one any earthly father would
consider for his newborn son’s future. But God, considering our future, did the unthinkable.
God’s message through Isaiah doesn’t tell as much of
the baby it does of the wounded, dying man. Nobody found him adorable then.
They all turned away.
He was despised and
rejected by men;
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he has borne our
griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all. Isaiah 53:1-6
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all. Isaiah 53:1-6
Not exactly a Christmas card greeting. But without it the story of the little baby born
in Bethlehem means nothing. Isaiah tells of the event in past tense, though he
wrote it long before it happened. With God there is no past or future. There is
only the happening. This is the day, the minute, the millisecond. It’s history.
It’s right now. It’s our future. It changes everything.
This Christmas is the one God remembered when He left
Mary’s baby boy hanging on a cross. He saw you hanging your stockings and
arranging the little glass wise men and shepherds around the newborn baby who
was, who is, God’s gift to the world. This Christmas you might sign your name to a card with the Nativity on the front. Picture that blessed moment with
the cross on a hill in the background. Because when the baby was born, that’s
what his Father saw.
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