For hope to rain down...
Can't we see? The God of the vast expanse ached to connect with us. He chose the least threatening, the most vulnerable, the smallest bodily form He could allow to encapsulate His glory. He did it all so that we wouldn't be frightened. He sent a baby. A baby who could bring even the most calloused of us to our knees.
Don't be fooled. That baby grew and went to battle for us. The Father of that soldier, He sent His Son as a part of Himself to the spiritual battle field for the good of us all. To rescue us. He knew that He would be beat, and made fun of, scorned even. But He sent the baby anyway.
For the broken, the hopeful, the confused, the unbelieving, the faithful, and for the hurting alike. To save just one of us is to bring another son or daughter home into protective hands.
Is it any wonder that some of us feel disconnected this time of year? Some of us have never felt so loved.
Many of us have never had anybody sacrifice anything of value for us. A few of us have been left to fend for ourselves. Maybe we've never let anybody get close enough to make that kind of sacrifice for us at all.
Yet, the answer is still yes. Yes, He did that for you and He did that for me. Yes, you are cherished.
Merry, Joyful, Hopeful Christmas! Do not forget the sacrifice made for you this season.
“The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb,
The leopard shall lie down with the young goat,
The calf and the young lion and the fatling together;
And a little child shall lead them. (Isaiah 11:6)