For this reason he had to be make like them, fully human in every way, in order that he might become a merciful and faithful high priest in service to God, and that he might make atonement for the sins of the people.
Can you picture the nativity scene? Not the pristine, angelic one displayed on Christmas cards. The real one . . .
The human one . . .
Pastor Wallace tells us about a Christmas Eve sermon he preaches in one of his former churches. His hope is the congregation will see the God of the whole universe as coming into the world fully human.
Messy birth. Exhausted Mary. Frantic Joseph. Wailing Jesus.
No silent night here!
Hungry baby. Helpless baby. Dirty diapers and all.
Little. Baby. Jesus.
Crying, He makes.
When the members are filing out after the service, Wallace greets each one at the door. He notes, with some concern, the scowling face of an elderly lady who is coming down the aisle. She is glaring at him. He's grateful her eyes aren't daggers!
"Pastor Wallace," she says coldly when she reaches him, refusing to shake his hand, "how dare you talk about Jesus that way!"
"In what way, Miss Jean?"
"You know, the way you did just now. Like He isn't perfect. That he cried and soiled himself like ordinary babies. Shame on you!"
"But, Miss Jean, don't you believe that Jesus became fully human so he could understand us and love us even more?"
"Human, yes, but He's still divine. And, no amount of your preaching will ever convince me He had dirty diapers!"
I think Mary would disagree with Miss Jean . . .
When was the last time you held, or fed, or changed an infant?
Will you pray with me?
Thank you, Father, for sending Your precious Son, Jesus, into this world, fully human and fully divine. Through Him, our High Priest, we are reconciled to You, once and for all, and all our sins are washed away. Amen.
Psalms 8, 47 or 24, 96
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