The Messiah is…..a baby. Disappointed?

Days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries go by after Israel had been told that a Messiah would come. The anticipation turned sour. Some doubted that it would ever happen. Others spent their lives projecting all of their hopes onto this predicted and fateful moment in history. Much like how we wait for Him to come again today, some people had outrageous expectations while others could fester little more than bland nonchalance towards the coming Messiah.

So when that day–the day–arrived, what were they to think? The symphony that is the course of history–human and cosmic alike–took a new tempo and changed keys. Silence was broken as the God allowed himself to be birthed just as you and I were. His eyes opened, his body was wiped, and his mother probably wanted to yell at Joseph during her post-natal hormone rage, but she knew that it was not his fault.

It was the Father’s fault. She and her husband started to care for God, who chose to be caged inside of the flesh of humanity. Gracefully the Child screams and cries for food and warmth. Most babies miss the comfort of the womb. This one also missed the privilege of being in the form of God and being in heaven with the Father. He would soon feel just how cold, alone and ungrateful the world could be. He knew in that moment(indeed He had always known), as He experienced the human condition as a human, what the next 33 or so years had in store.

The day he was birthed was the down payment for a very costly and humiliating life. This humiliation was the only real hope. If He cared, and He does, He was the one to do this.

Israel gets their Messiah, and the Conductor marks a downbeat to a new tune. The orchestra of creation is stirred and sits up straight. Something in His eyes communicates that this is going to be beautiful. Celebrate well today — God is with us!

May the Lord’s will be done,

CWillZ