Oh, how much easier life would seem if He had just remained sweet little baby Jesus boy … had never grown up in wisdom and stature and favor with God and man … had never made life-shattering challenges to our selfishness … had never lived them out perfectly and died to capstone them and lived again to conquer sin and death for all time.
But there He is, big as Life, standing in our Way, speaking the Truth and keeping us from the self we want to be and achieve and accumulate and perish as.
Called upon as Son of God and Man to cause the rising and falling of many, and piercing our souls with His singular sword also.
If we could just get over Him, get under Him, get around Him, get through Him somehow … we could live the way we wanted to and die stuffed full of ourselves.
And we can’t.
All that’s left for us is to “get” Him; try to comprehend Him; wrap our heads and hearts and souls and arms around Him … beg for mercy from His terrible, irresistible perfection and find perfect love there.
Sweet little baby Jesus boy.
Won’t stay in the box of a manger. Won’t stay in the box of a tomb. Won’t stay in the box of Christmas decorations that we’d like to keep Him in for the other 364 days of each year.
Won’t stay out of our lives, because He loves us too much to let us live only for ourselves and die miserably for nothing at all.
The associate minister at my church is right: