thought for the day

John 1:14

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.

The word became flesh: He became one of us, He became human.

Some thoughts from Max Lucado via our good friend Paul Bowman at http://livingloud.typepad.com/bowmanblog/2013/12/christmas-day-what-if-god-was-one-of-us-.html .  

Because He Is Love. . .

If you were God, would you sleep on straw, nurse from a breast, and be clothed in a diaper?I wouldn’t, but Christ did.  He went from commanding angels to sleeping in the straw.From holding stars to clutching Mary’s finger.When He saw the size of the womb, He could have stopped.When He saw how tiny His hand would be, how soft His voice would be, how hungry His tummy would be, He could have stopped.At the first whiff of the stinky stable, at the first gust of cold air.The first time He scraped His knee or blew His nose or tasted burnt bagels,He could have turned and walked out.When He saw the dirt floor of His Nazareth house.When Joseph gave Him a chore to do.When His fellow students were dozing off during the reading of the Torah, His Torah.At any point Jesus could have said, “That’s it! That’s enough! I’m going home.”But He didn’t.He didn’t, because He is love.

Completely Human, Completely Divine
Angels watched as Mary changed God’s diaper. The universe watched with wonder as the Almighty learned to walk. Children played in the street with Him and had the synagogue leader in Nazareth known who was listening to His sermons…
Jesus may have had pimples. He may have been tone-deaf. Perhaps a girl down the street had a crush on Him or vice versa. It could be that His knees were bony.

One thing’s for sure: He was, while completely divine, completely human.
For thirty-three years He would feel everything you and I have ever felt. He felt weak. He grew weary. He was afraid of failure. He was susceptible to wooing women. He got colds, burped, and had body odor. His feelings got hurt. His feet got tired and His head ached.

To think of Jesus in such a light is — well, it seems almost irreverent, doesn’t it? It’s not something we like to do; it’s uncomfortable. It is much easier to keep the humanity out of the incarnation.

Clean the manure from around the manger. Wipe the sweat out of His eyes. Pretend He never snored or blew His nose or hit His thumb with a hammer…

But don’t do it. For heaven’s sake, don’t. Let Him be as human as He intended to be. Let Him into the mire and muck of our world for only if we let Him in can He pull us out.

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