Month: December 2019

Arrival

“Do you know why time is going by so fast?” my nine-year-old asked me as the days leading up to Christmas flew past.  I smiled a bit ruefully and said, “I know how you feel.” How many times have I wished I could freeze a moment, a feeling, a season so I could fully savor it before it slipped away?  After weeks of anticipation leading up to Christmas, I want to linger in the moment a bit longer. To savor the sweetness and wonder of a tiny baby.

 

The arrival in Bethlehem could have been so very different.  The prophet Isaiah gives us a glimpse when he describes the arrival of a mighty King in blood-stained clothes declaring, “In my anger I have trampled my enemies as if they were grapes.  In my fury I have trampled my foes… The time has come for me to avenge my people, to ransom them from their oppressors” (Isaiah 63:3-4). When the apostle John saw Jesus ready to lead the armies of heaven into the final victory, he wrote – “From his mouth came a sharp sword, and with it he struck down the nations.  He ruled them with an iron rod, and he trod the winepress of the fierce wrath of almighty God” (19:11, 15).

 

Jesus could have arrived in the flesh in any way He chose.  But instead of thundering hooves and an iron rod, He chose to enter as a tiny baby in a barn.  His advent was the fulfillment of a promise given long ago: “Ask me for a sign… to prove that I will crush your enemies as I have promised” (Isaiah 7:11).  What was the sign? You’ve probably heard it many times this Christmas season: “Look! The virgin will conceive a child! She will give birth to a son and will call him Immanuel – ‘God is with us’” (Isaiah 7:14).

 

Jesus’ arrival is proof that God is with us.  He’s not remote in the far-reaches of heaven, aloof from our struggle and trials.  He’s intimately familiar with our situations, our circumstances, and our suffering.  He’s in our midst, on our side. And His arrival as a baby clearly says, I am not here to hurt you.

 

Rejoice greatly, O people of Zion! Shout in triumph, O people of Jerusalem!  Look, your king is coming to you. He is righteous and victorious, yet he is humble, riding on a donkey.  Zechariah 9:9

 

The One who is with us isn’t feeble or helpless but He’s the Lord God Himself.  He is mighty to save. He will do for you all that He has promised of His own free will.  No one is coercing Him. He’s not under any obligation. Instead, He loves you and cares about what happens to you.  He intends good for you and to give you life that is full and lasting.

 

As we prepare to turn the page into a new year, heady with anticipation, may we remember the fulfilled promises in an ancient barn and look forward with hope for what is still to come.

Kingly Gifts

With four children, opening gifts is a cacophony of delight and insanity. I love every minute of it. We usually close out the morning with a full-scale wrapping paper war. Wadded up balls are tossed joyously about; gift bags and towers of boxes provide cover. Afterwards, it looks like a tornado hit Santa’s workshop. Days later there are bits of paper randomly scattered about that were missed in the clean up. Most likely I’ll find a stray wad in a corner come springtime.

Somehow I doubt there were ribbons and bows on the first gifts given in honor of Christ’s birth. How do you wrap myrrh? The wise men from the east, those mysterious strangers who navigated to Bethlehem by star, brought treasures to honor the birth of the baby King of the Jews: “They entered the house where the child and his mother, Mary, were, and they fell down before him and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasure chests and gave him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh” (Matthew 2:11).

These might not seem like the most helpful gifts a new mother could receive. Where are the diapers, the casseroles, the baby monitors? The gold makes sense – all new parents quickly find out how expensive babies are. But what about the frankincense and myrrh?

Everything about Jesus’ coming had been foretold in the past and pointed to the future. The gifts He received are no different. During Israel’s golden age, under King Solomon, the Queen of Sheba came from the east bearing a “great caravan of camels loaded with spices, huge quantities of gold, and precious jewels” (1 Kings 10:2). Her response to the royal tour was, “The Lord your God is great indeed! He delights in you and has placed you on the throne of Israel. Because the Lord loves Israel with an eternal love, he has made you king so you can rule with justice and righteousness” (10:9). This might have been true of Solomon, but it is even more true of the King born in Bethlehem, the city of Solomon’s father, David.

The prophet Isaiah looked ahead to the restoration of Israel and said, “All nations will come to your light. Mighty kings will come to see your radiance. Look and see, for everyone is coming home!… From Sheba they will bring gold and incense for the worship of the Lord” (Isaiah 60:3-4, 6). The coming of the magi and the gifts they brought were evidence that Jesus was the long awaited Messiah, reminders of the eternal love of God.

But there’s something else about those strange gifts of the magi. Frankincense and myrrh come from the resin of trees that are notable for their ability to grow in harsh, unforgiving environments and thin soil. The trees are repeatedly wounded by cutting the bark, which causes the sap to bleed out. The resin hardens into tear-shaped droplets, which are scraped off the trunk and then ground into powder or steamed to make oil. The products have been used for centuries to treat sickness and heal wounds.

The baby in the manger grew into a man who one day was pierced on a tree. “He was wounded and crushed for our sins. He was beaten that we might have peace. He was whipped, and we were healed!” (Isaiah 53:5) The frankincense and myrrh pointed to the gift of the King Himself, who “personally carried away our sins in his own body on the cross so we can be dead to sin and live for what is right. [We] have been healed by his wounds!” (1 Peter 2:24) There is no greater gift.