Oh, Come Let Us Adore Him

I love Christmas, because the Incarnation of Christ boggles my mind. That the second Person of the Trinity would choose to live as we live, be tempted and tried as we are, and love and delight in us, as flawed and base as we are...astounds me.

It's radical that Jesus came in this way - because He knew He was born to die, and came anyway. He knew that He would be betrayed, scoffed at, lied upon, neglected, and shamed - but loved, boldly, anyway. His birth and life symbolized such a yielding to vulnerability and the need for tender care, friendship, and community, even as the Son of God. What a mystery.

I adore the Lord for His roll-up-His-sleeves and-enter-into-the-human-experience kind of love. I adore Jesus from birth, to death, to resurrection, to His second Advent.

The beauty of Christmas is that we celebrate the birth of our Savior, who is still alive. He's alive! His life sustains us. Praise God for Jesus' birth: praise Him also for Jesus' life.

I thought I would write a poem about Him in the vein of an e.e. cummings poem:


Did you say Christ
Is dead
Who used to
serve story–truths to those who
had ears
and sighten onetwothreefourfive blindmenjustlikethat
Jesus
Always is the Word, man
So what I want to know is
How does the wind sound in that empty tomb
Mr. Death


Merry Christmas. I hope you're able to celebrate the sanctity and wonder of Christmas, in light of the hope of God's power, love, and glory, made accessible by Jesus Christ.