Christmas Reflections

I'm sitting on the couch, staring at the beautiful face of our sleeping son, and marveling at how completely and utterly helpless he is.  Kai is two months old today and is completely dependent upon us to feed him, change him, bathe him and clothe him.  Sometimes we even have to hold his head up and keep him from whacking himself in the face with his flying fists.  This baby, this overwhelmingly beautiful and precious baby, is truly helpless.

And this is how our Savior came.

It's preposterous, really.  What kind of God would send a Savior in the form of this?

What kind of God would think that anyone would believe in such a Savior, a Savior who nursed at the breast then spit up on his mother's shoulder, a Savior who cried for want of any other way to express himself, a Savior who couldn't fall asleep without being swaddled and rocked and shooshed, a Savior who pooped his pants, a Savior who couldn't even hold his head up?

What kind of God would send a Savior like this?  The kind of God who wanted the Savior to reign with humbleness.  The kind of God whose Savior would come not to be served, but to serve.  The kind of God who declares the weak things of this world to be strong.

That kind of God chooses to send a Savior in the form of this.

And so we praise Him.  We praise Him for sending His Son Jesus to be a humble servant who came into the world completely and utterly helpless.  We praise Him for teaching us how to love with humbleness.  We praise Him for choosing a path of servitude that led to the cross that led to our salvation that led to our reconciliation with Him.  We praise Him for sending a baby.

This Christmas we are particularly thankful and joyful for the birth of our Savior, the baby Jesus!