December 2012


I sat snuggled up with my children last night watching The Nativity Story.  It has become an annual tradition for us.  Joseph is so often overlooked as we reflect on the birth of Christ yet he is indeed part of the story.  An honorable man who chose to stay with Mary, to adopt the Child who was not his despite the scorn he surely received from friends and family.  The Nativity Story does a good job of portraying the man of Joseph.  And while scripture does not offer many details about him we know he was a man and had emotions as does any man.  With some creative license we see some of the internal struggles Joseph may have had in taking on this role as Mary’s husband.

With some additional creative license we see Mary and Joseph arriving in Bethlehem after dark.  Mary suddenly goes into labor and Joseph runs frantically from inn to inn seeking a place to stay, pleading with the owners as his wife is about to give birth.  We see Mary pray, ‘Lord, will you not provide for us?’ just as someone finally points and says ‘it’s all I can do.’  You then see Joseph carrying Mary past the animal, shooing them out of the way with his foot.

‘Lord will you not provide for us?’

He did provide.  He always provides.

But His provision for His only begotten Son, for the second Person of the trinity, for the Word made flesh, for the One who spoke all things into existence – was a lowly manger.

Of all the births that ever took place or will even take place, this one deserved a grand entrance.  This one deserved the best of everything.  Yet instead it received accommodations that were subpar even for that time.

And yet I (wicked, sinful, created being) have the nerve to grumble when God’s provision and accommodations in my life are not to my desired standard.

A few weeks ago I had a girls night out with my 2 daughters to attend the Glory of Christmas production at a local church.  This year they focused on the birth of Christ through the eyes of the Wise Men as they followed the star.

I was enjoying the production, following along with the story until the end when the Wise Men finally arrived in Bethlehem.  They showed each coming down the aisle of the church one by one with their gift, approaching the Child, kneeling before Him as they presented the gift.  And that’s when I lost it.

I have a 19 month old son. The thought of having anyone, let alone rich, important, learned men come from afar with gifts, bowing before my son in adoration — in the words of Princess Bride – INCONCEIVABLE!  An infant.  An INFANT.  Who would worship an infant?  Why would anyone worship an infant?

An infant is small physically.  An infant is weak.  Totally dependent upon others for care, for food, for warmth, for clothing, for everything. An infant has no power in this world.  No authority.  No control.

Yet, that is exactly how our Lord chose to enter this world.  As a lowly infant.  Helpless.  Powerless.  Weak.  Dependent.  The KING OF KINGS, the CREATOR OF ALL THINGS entered the world as a weak, small, helpless, powerless, dependent baby.

That scene of the Wise Men coming before the infant King of Kings with all respect and humility, honoring and worshiping Him was more than I could bear.  What a reminder of the humility of our Lord.  What a reminder of His care and sacrifice.  What an AMAZING GOD.