I’ve been a little pre-occupied lately.
It’s amazing how a baby, who seems to demand nothing, can captivate our hearts and minds. Our grandson, born early this year, has the ability to reduce mature, thinking adults to coos and giggles, and tears of joy. We marvel at his perfection. We are awed by his every move, his wincing and grimacing, his sleeping and his waking with barely a cry. He is a wonder to behold, made in the image of Almighty God Himself. There’s something holy about a new born baby; I am deeply moved.
His birth, so close to Christmas caused me to be pre-occupied with some things that I’ve missed before. We know the circumstances of Jesus birth are extreme – born in a stable, far from home, to a virgin of such humble beginnings. However, this year, I simply marvel that Jesus came as a baby at all – a helpless, tiny, crying baby. Fully human – fragile, weak, needy and dependant… as helpless as my grandson.
And yet, this baby was God. The Bible says in John 1:14, The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. He was the Son of God; he moved into the neighbourhood. He became like us so that we could become like Him.
A baby… God’s Son… fully human… fully God.