Christmas is over, right? And this final blog post is kinda late, right?
Reason #1: I had the stomach flu.
Reason #2: I meant it to be “late”.
If the 25th marks the day we celebrate Jesus’ birth, he’s a whopping 4 days old and now it’s kind of like… party’s over. Thanks for coming. Now everyone go home.
Here’s the thing: babies grow. And grow and keep growing and walk and talk and go on to do amazing things and if you’re a parent, you know that you don ‘t stop marveling at your baby when they hit the four day mark. Hardly. The newborn stage with my sweet little son years ago is a bit of a blur; it got better and better from there.
It’s great to celebrate Jesus’ birth. But now that Christmas is over, and it was a good Christmas (stomach flu notwithstanding) and we had lots of fun and saw lots of family and I intentionally sought His presence in the midst of the craziness, I still feel that little let down thing. Nothing major. Only that vague… ho hum…. sigh… ‘cuz it’s all over and now I have to undecorate the tree and unhang the stockings. Sigh.
It’s wonderful to celebrate the birth of Christ. Truly. But if we stop there, if we leave him as a baby, we’ve missed it. Missed Him. He didn’t come merely to be a sweet little baby; he came to do his Father’s will. Even to death. Even to resurrection. So don’t leave him lying in the manger; he grew. Grow with him. Stay with Him.
So. Keep pondering. Things like this, when he’s twelve:
Meanwhile, Jesus kept on growing wiser and more mature, and in favor with God and his fellow man. (NSV Luke 2: 52)
Jesus: “My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me. 28 And I give them eternal life, and they will never perish; neither will anyone snatch them out of My hand. 29 My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of My Father’s hand. 30 I and My Father are one.” (John 10)
“When Jesus saw the large crowd, he had compassion on them and healed their sick…” (Matthew 14:14)
There’s much to ponder. So don’t pack Him in a box. Keep Him out in the open, before your eyes . See what he did. Listen to what he said. Keep your mind open and your heart soft. Because his birth—as marvelous as it is—is just the beginning.