The Feeling that
is Christmas
It is an honorable under-taking; God become man yet, there
is something so commonplace about it all that I believe we have missed the
point.
As we all know, Jesus became flesh on Christmas Eve and by
that very knowing we also know that he will carry his cross one day and die an
ignoble death. But that is the very place we stop knowing. Knowing him, knowing
the pains of such a birth to such a death. Knowing.
Is it enough to know a present, or must you not also know
the giver?
Is it enough to know the giver of the present, or must we
not also know that He gave us all He had?
Can I honor that gift with my own blood? No? Yet he did. Am
I less than my master? No?
But he was. And I am called to be like him; no- to become
Him. My master.
Is that such a hard concept for the world to accept, that I
should have a master?
Have we been so liberated that the master has come into his
own by the very body and blood we share, that I could never be anything more
than the God of my own universe?
Heaven’s to Betsy Mary, not that!
I will concede that the difficulty lay in the fact that we
are nothing more than human. That is the difficulty we face. But there is
something else that allows us the connection, the ability to rise above mere
human difficulties and take the heavens by storm.
It is that very same ignoble life and death of the redeemer
that redeems us from the womb unto death. In Him I find my strength, in Him
alone, my birth, life and death.
And from that simple birth springs forth all I need for
Christmas this year. Everything I want has already been given and the only
thing left is for me to accept it.
Jesus has a no return policy; all sales are final. Even if
rejected once or twice that filial love is still there waiting and panting
after each and every one of us, as Tiny Tim would say.
Let us say yes this Christmas season. And may the God of
inexpressible joy lead you on to your heavenly reward.
No comments:
Post a Comment