And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us… (John 1:14)
This Christmas, the magnitude of those simple words has been washing over me. God came to earth and lived among us as a man.
God, who has no beginning and will have no end, who exists outside time and space, who created the heavens and the earth and set the moon and stars in their place, willingly limited himself for us.
God whose glory is above the heavens and who created all things, who laid the foundations of the earth and told the ocean how far it could come, who commanded the morning and formed the dry land with his hands, became subject to his own creation.
God who needs nothing and gives life to everything, who upholds the universe by the word of his power, who is worshiped by the host of heaven, came to be a servant.
I had always focused on the ultimate sacrifice, the saving work of Christ on the cross. Indeed, that is why he came. But I often overlooked the enormous sacrifice inherent in the incarnation. Just as the crucifixion involved sacrifice and separation from God, so did the incarnation. Jesus enjoyed unending fellowship with the Trinity until he severed that union when he entered humanity. God came to earth as a helpless baby. One of the frailest of all creatures. Dependent on his earthly parents. Unable to take care of his own needs.
Jesus lived on the earth with the same limitations that we do.
This truth strikes deep for me, for I find myself growing more and more dependent on others. I can no longer consistently do the things for myself that I used to do. Sometimes I can easily put on my coat or pick up a glass to drink. But other times those things are impossible and I need to ask for help even to sip my coffee. I find that very difficult, partly out of pride and partly not wanting to trouble other people. View full post »