Christmas Gift

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Carried for nine months and birthed far from

Heaven’s hallelujahs into Israel’s

Rough fringes—a Bethlehem town,

Incarnation, God come to be one of us—a

Singular identification with

The lost and the loved: It was a lowly

Ministry to a dying

Adamic race, desperate to

Save, destined to

 

Give hope where there was none, exchanging the glories with the Father for the

Isolation and humiliation of life with the

Fallen, and we reach out from our disgrace

To receive Heaven’s gift.

 

Christmas Gift

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arried for nine months and birthed far from

eaven’s hallelujahs into Israel’s

ough fringes—a Bethlehem town,

ncarnation, God come to be one of us—a

ingular identification with

he lost and the loved: It was a lowly

inistry to a dying

damic race, desperate to

ave, destined to

 

ive hope where there was none, exchanging glory for the

solation and humiliation of life with the

allen, and we reach out from our disgrace

o receive Heaven’s gift.

 

 

If Christmas

If Christmas were all about glitter and lights

and gifts under a Charlie Brown pine,

perched awkwardly, displacing a more permanent resident chair;

if it were just about cards and carols sung off-key at children’s plays,

with lop-sided crowns and angels sporting withering wings—as cute as that is;

if it were just about expectation of giving and receiving more stuff,

then I would be the Grinch’s biggest fan.

Disappointment would not be worth the price of turkey and pumpkin pie.

But as much as it can be about family and fellowship, the good and ugly

in all of that;

and as much as it is about traditions and nostalgia, the good, quaint, and sometimes trite

in all of that;

even more, it is about the crèche, lost in the parade of tinsel, tumult, and talk.

It’s the spectacle of God humiliating Himself to accommodate a fallen race,

becoming of us,

to buy us back,

willing to live and suffer for that joy beyond it all.

And if we have truly missed the wonder because of the raving repetition of traditions,

the busy busy of buying,

then we have missed it all.

This year, I think I should have one decoration, at least in my heart:

a baby in a manger come to redeem His beloved and to fill the hole in our hearts with

His joy.