Oh, The Wonder: God, In Christ, Has Come! Rejoice!
Ya know, when looking at so many of the blogs out there talking about the wonder of Christmas, it's quite easy (or at least I've seen it in myself) to be tempted to come up with my own blog entry that is more insightful, more profound, just as cleaver, or even more "spiritual" than the next guy (and gal). But that is far from being Christ-honoring, and Christmas is all about Christ!
So, may I wish you, your family, church fellowship, and community a blessed and Christ-filled, Christ-honoring, Christ-infused and permeated Merry Christmas! May Christ be the center and focus of your attention, and may Christ be magnified and glorified and lifted high! And may we all glory in Him, and marvel at the wonder and mystery of His love and grace - that He would come to us, mortal man, humbling Himself to take on our mortal flesh, being born in order that He may die - for us!! Just think about it! Wow!
Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all!
So, Merry CHRISTmas!! And I'll leave you with some of the lyrics of Mark Lowry's song, Mary Did You Know.
Mary, did you know:
That your baby boy will one day walk on water?
That your baby boy has come to make you new?
That the child that you've delivered will soon deliver you?
That your baby boy has walked where angels trod?
That when you kiss your little baby, you've kissed the face of God?!
Mary, did you know:
That your baby boy is Lord of all creation?
That your baby boy will one day rules the nations?
That your baby boy is heaven's perfect lamb?
That this sleeping child you're holding is the great I AM?!
I'd venture a guess that little did Mark Lowry know when writing the lyrics to his song, that he was echoing what Augustine of Hippo had said some 1600 year ago:
He so loved us that, for our sake,
He was made man in time, although through him all times were made.
He was made man, who made man.
He was created of a mother whom he created.
He was carried by hands that he formed.
He cried in the manger in wordless infancy, he the Word,
without whom all human eloquence is mute.
--St. Augustine, Sermon 188, 2
(Gloria artwork: Friedrich Peter, Vancouver, BC)