The Cry of Christmas

Christmas

For those of us who celebrate the Christ

Is about the incarnation

When the Creator Spirit, celestial, timeless and at liberty, willingly took up our calendar to be contained in soft, pink, fragile flesh on bony frame

When the Everlasting Unborn became the born to die

When the King of kings became a pauper with nothing else to offer but himself, born in a borrowed, smelly stable, wrapped in naught but strips of cloth

When the Almighty God became a weak and wriggling, ineffectual, helpless and dependent bundle crying out

When the Ancient and Omniscient, the Wise and Wondrous Counselor became the new, the innocent, the blank

When the Prince of Peace became the agitated, grasping after just a hand to hold or sip of milk

Inexplicable and curious

This most awkward and unlikely of transitions

Jesus letting go of every shred of sovereign rule and, even, dignity

To come here as a lowly kid

To save us

It makes sense

When He was grown, in ministry

He said we must become like little children

Or we would never see the kingdom

So the incarnation, as the rest of Jesus’ life and death, was meant for us to imitate

We, too, must lay our power down

And look to God, the Father

Mouth agape and arms outstretched

Wearing nothing but our unapologetic need

Or we will never live the life that He intends

What might it mean for us to stop relying on our own inconsistent steam

And run on His immeasurable strength

And recognize that everything falls from His hand

The sustenance to travel through trials and miracles alike

Are we willing to miss out on this most amazing promise of abundant life

This priceless Christmas gift

To maintain our autonomy

Or do we take the risk 

And become a baby, too

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