Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Christmas – A Story of Humiliation


Think back to your most humiliating experience – that face-plant on the school steps, the hot date that was such a disaster, the undeserved dressing-down from your boss.  What was it about?  Your cringing is largely a memory of someone making you look small.

Now let’s visit that baby in a manger in Bethlehem whose birthday we are celebrating.  So cute, but who is he?  He is the creator.  He breathes in worship and exhales stars.  He invented life, light and energy.  He is able to create matter out of nothing.  He knows and understands the whereabouts and nature of every smallest particle in the universe.  Indeed, he directs them all.  And here he is, joyfully taking on the straightjacket of humanity.  He becomes trapped in his creation.  Not only does he confine himself to being human, but he takes it to the extreme of being the most puny person on the planet – a newborn.  Now he is absolutely dependent on others to meet his physical needs, he can’t eat, drink, move or even poop without someone helping.  We would have expected him to come as some sort of conquering ruler. 

Talk about humiliation.  No-one bigger has ever been made to look smaller.

And this is the happy end of the story.  Still to come for him are 30 years of hard work; 3 years of nomadic preaching, an excruciating death, and three days separation from the other members of the trinity, with whom he has had the ultimate in intimate relationships since before they created time together.

Why does he submit to all of this?

To pay a sin debt on behalf of those created people.  Creatures who are far from perfect, and deserve plenty of fire and brimstone.  You and me.  He loved us enough to embrace the ultimate humiliation, in order to dig us out of hell.

So maybe the so-called Christmas Spirit is more than alcohol, glitter, trees, unappreciated gifts that cost too much, fractious family gatherings, carols performed by opportunistic pop artists, or even sermons exhorting us to put Christ back into Christmas.

Maybe it is about us lying on our faces before Him and whispering “Wow God, I don’t deserve this.  You paid a lot.  Thank you.”

 

 

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