Don’t miss the Christmas miracle

Christmas is coming. And it’s the same every year.

The smell of Christmas trees, candles and mulled wine. Home Alone and Love Actually are on TV. I write the same Christmas cards, all displaying a little baby in a manger. Little baby Jesus.

It’s comfortable, sweet and easy. It’s just so familiar.

I know it’s all about Jesus. But I’ve become lulled by the routine. I barely spare a thought towards those simple images of a baby in a manger.

The Miracle

How is it that I can see Jesus in that stable, tiny and dependent and not be in awe? How can I not be amazed that he worked a normal job, got tired, was hungry and lonely?

Have I forgotten that this baby was also fully God (Philippians 2:6)? That while in the manger he was, and still is, sustaining every atom, every person, every star (Colossians 1:17)?

He was with God at the very beginning of creation (Colossians 1:16). He is the King of kings and Lord of lords, ruling for eternity (Revelation 17:14).

Yet there he was, a tiny baby laid on straw, amongst the farm animals.

The King in the Manger

So, should I fight against thinking of Jesus as meek and mild?

Should I focus on Jesus the triumphant king, returning in glory, passionate about justice, eager to avenge those who have been wronged, and with fire in his eyes? (Revelation 19:11)

Or would that be missing something vital? That the same Jesus humbled himself to become nothing. For me.

For you.

If I really grasp this miracle, it’ll never become familiar or sweet or comfortable. It’ll lead me to awe and worship of this little baby who is also the glorious king.