Just pausing for a moment and thinking...about the incarnation. And about that one moment--that one wondrous and miraculous moment of the Creator becoming the created. One moment in time--but a moment upon which all of history turned. A seemingly ordinary moment. An evening...just like this one, as I sit by the fire for a few precious moments of peace. Who could have known in that one moment how everything, absolutely everything, would change forever?
Can we ever wrap our minds around that profoundest, greatest, yet most mysterious and miraculous of moments?: Almighty infinite God becoming finite flesh. I love what A.W. Tozer wrote:
"I confess I would have liked to have seen the baby Jesus. But the glorified Jesus yonder at the right hand of the Majesty on high was the baby Jesus once cradled in the manger straw. Taking a body of humiliation, He was still the Creator who made the wood of that manger, made the straw, and was Creator of all the beasts that were there. In truth, He made the little town of Bethlehem and all that it was. He also made the star that lingered over the scene that night. He had come into His own world, His Father's world. Everything we touch and handle belongs to Him. So we have come to love Him and adore Him and honor Him!"
Yes, Lord, let us come love, adore, and honor You in this moment right now for You are--
the Baby cradled in the manger
the Son calming the storm and curing the leper and the lame
the Savior climbing willingly upon the cross
the Lord claiming victory over sin and death in resurrection
and the Mighty King of Kings and Lord of Lords one day coming again in glory to make all things new and right and perfect...forever.
So many moments...so many wondrous, miraculous, glorious moments. Thank You for coming in that moment of Christmas, Lord Jesus. Might we hand You our every moment--for however many moments You choose to give us on this planet--and come and adore You. To God be the glory.
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