When the best of things and the best of people fail us, let us try to look in the eyes of that little child in whose shoulders rest the salvation of the world.
“For a child is born to us. A son is given to us; and the government will be on his shoulders. His name will be called Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” - Isaiah 9, WEBBE
This Is Christmas
God could have come in all His glory,
with trumpets and angels and all,
blazing like fire,
dazzling like lightning
as terrible as the raging of the seas!
But on that Christmas Eve,
He came as a newborn child,
small and gentle,
humble and innocent
as harmless as a dove.
Why He came like this
I didn't know,
until I looked at my own fears
and wounds.
How could I have come to Him
had I been so afraid?
How could I have even
looked at His face?
But as that babe,
I could cradle Him in my arms,
I could whisper to Him my heart's desires
I could look upon His eyes
without being judged
without being cast away.
And I love Him more
because He chose to come that way.
Because though He came for the whole world,
He also came for me,
and He knew me,
He knew how I longed to be loved.
But more than loving me,
He allowed me to love Him
and to care for Him,
to carry Him
even though He is actually the One
who carries me.
This is Christmas
This is Holy Night.
In that simple stable
silent and small,
I was saved,
I was healed,
I have been found.