A thought by Max Lucado (2016-09-13)
from his book, Because of Bethlehem (with Bonus Content): Love Is Born, Hope Is Here (p. 13). Thomas Nelson.
Kindle Edition. (Click on the title to go to Amazon.com to buy
the book.)
Max says, “Rational behavior is not one of our
trademarks. But if you want to see people on the edge of insanity, just watch
the way families treat their babies at Christmastime.”
He goes on, “The poor child
has no warning. He is just starting to recover from the slide down the birth
canal when the family begins decorating him as if he were a puppy in the dog
parade. Red furry stocking cap with a white ball on the end. Goofy elfish shoes
that curl at the toes. When this baby becomes a teen and wears baggy jeans and
sports a tattoo, grown-ups will groan at the sight. But dress a six-month-old
in suspenders and reindeer antlers? That’s cute. And the gifts we give. The
little one can’t get out of her crib, yet ever-earnest Mommy has her hooked on
phonics. He can’t even walk without help, and Grandpa gives him a Louisville
Slugger baseball bat.”
“We make such a fuss! Bring
the baby into a room, and everything changes. Grandma reaches up. Grandpa wakes
up. Conversation shifts from politics and presidents to Pampers and pacifiers.
This time of year babies take center stage. And well they should. Is not
Christmas the story of a baby?”
“On a starlit night in the
company of sheep, cattle, and a bewildered Joseph, Mary’s eyes fell upon the
face of her just-born son. She was bone weary, surely. In pain, likely. Ready
to place her head on the straw and sleep the rest of the night away, probably.
But first Mary had to see this face. His face. To wipe the moisture from his
mouth and feel the shape of his chin. To be the first to whisper, ‘So this is
what God looks like.’ Jesus entered our world not like a human but as a human.” And he came as a baby.
Max then says, “Gaze where Mary
gazed. Look into God’s face and be assured. If the King was willing to enter
the world of animals and shepherds and swaddling clothes, don’t you think he’s
willing to enter yours? He took on your face in the hope that you would see
his.'”
Let’s celebrate the greatest
gift that has ever been given. Ok? Ok!
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