It’s the day we celebrate the time God – the infinite, the holy, the Being outside of time and space – became man. He somehow became everything He is not. He humbled Himself. Humbled Himself in a way that is unfathomable to us. So wrapped in mystery that we usually don’t even try to comprehend it, but let it go with an oversimplified “…and Jesus was born.”
A few years back our church choir sang a Christmas cantata, The Incarnation, written by K. Lee Scott. The climax of the piece sets to music the words from John 1 – And we beheld His glory, the glory of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth. Until the final phrase, the piece is full of a racking dissonance; the musical expression of the notion of Jesus being fully God yet becoming fully man. At Easter we celebrate the risen Lord who gives hope to the world. At Christmas we celebrate the God who “became flesh and dwelt among us.” The great gift and great mystery of His inhabiting the earth. The God who walked with us.
The God who cares.