A Christmas Thought
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Merry Christmas, my beautiful girls!
I have a confession. Several weeks ago, I decided I wanted to do a special Christmas series for A Beauty Glorious, something fun and insightful and memorable. I started writing a few pieces of it...then life happened and I wasn’t able to finish and polish it in time to do a full Christmas series. Ah, well. Maybe next year.
So this year, I’ll just share one little tidbit of what’s been rolling through my mind this season.
Matthew 1:23 NIV -- The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel"—which means, "God with us."
God with us.
GOD with us.
God WITH us.
God with US.
That cute little baby lying in the manger? That was GOD. And he came to be with US.
Jesus left his glorious position in heaven to come to Earth as a squalling infant born to poor parents in a filthy stable. He lived his life ostracized and despised 98% of the time, then died as a common criminal in the most horrific way imaginable.
He came as a HUMAN. He had accidents before he was potty trained, his voice cracked when he went through puberty, and he stank after a long day of walking. He was as human as they come.
And all to be with us. With you. With me.
This is God we’re talking about. GOD. Yahweh, the Holy One of Israel. The same God who led the Hebrews out of Egypt, the God David sang to, the God Isaiah saw in heaven surrounded by angels crying “holy, holy, holy.”
Wrapped in rags in a pile of dirty, itchy hay.
God with us.
Merry Christmas, my sisters. May we never forget.
I have a confession. Several weeks ago, I decided I wanted to do a special Christmas series for A Beauty Glorious, something fun and insightful and memorable. I started writing a few pieces of it...then life happened and I wasn’t able to finish and polish it in time to do a full Christmas series. Ah, well. Maybe next year.
So this year, I’ll just share one little tidbit of what’s been rolling through my mind this season.
Matthew 1:23 NIV -- The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel"—which means, "God with us."
God with us.
GOD with us.
God WITH us.
God with US.
That cute little baby lying in the manger? That was GOD. And he came to be with US.
Jesus left his glorious position in heaven to come to Earth as a squalling infant born to poor parents in a filthy stable. He lived his life ostracized and despised 98% of the time, then died as a common criminal in the most horrific way imaginable.
He came as a HUMAN. He had accidents before he was potty trained, his voice cracked when he went through puberty, and he stank after a long day of walking. He was as human as they come.
And all to be with us. With you. With me.
This is God we’re talking about. GOD. Yahweh, the Holy One of Israel. The same God who led the Hebrews out of Egypt, the God David sang to, the God Isaiah saw in heaven surrounded by angels crying “holy, holy, holy.”
Wrapped in rags in a pile of dirty, itchy hay.
God with us.
Merry Christmas, my sisters. May we never forget.
