More than a Baby

He sent a baby.  Didn’t see that coming.  Oh, we knew he would send something, or someone.  And it was going to be awesome…..and terrible.  Truth be told, we deserved “terrible” more than “awesome.”  For thousands of years we gave lip service, and not much else.  We worshipped ourselves, did our own thing.  We hoped for a king who would destroy our enemies while overlooking the fact that our sins were just like theirs.  But sending a baby?  What was he thinking?  We wanted a sword swinging, curse flinging, doom bringing, King on a big horse- we got a baby.
Born to a not quite married girl, in a nowhere town, in a shabby room.  Maybe we weren’t the only ones who didn’t see that coming.  The devil didn’t seem ready for it either.  I mean, none of it really makes sense.  Baby, nowhere’s-ville, father goes absent, twelve unemployed guys in his posse.  Religious people opposing him, nailed to a tree, naked, humiliated right in front of his mother and AWOL from the tomb few days later.  He came as a baby.  One of us.  Walked with us.  Ate with us.  Loved us!  Told us to do what he did, and then he told us we’re good, he can boogie now.  And so he did.  Straight up.  What a story!  Not what were we expecting.  But exactly what we needed.  That baby was God and King and Savior.  Who knew?  Not me.  Didn’t see it coming.  Thought He would come with fire-and all cheesed off.  We deserved no less than hell.  He gave us heaven.  That baby….wow!  He was more than a baby.  Glory to God in the highest….Peace on earth.
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Respectfully borrowed from
Patrick Mead, 4th Ave Church of Christ   Franklin, Tenn