What child is this?
Wrapped in strips of poverty? Comforted only by the warm breast of his mother. The cold silence returns after the echoes from heavenly choirs fade. Left is the quiet crackle of a small fire, anxious looks, and muffled conversation. What need has entered our history, our country, our community, our family, our very personal life?
Why this child?
Why is God among us? A mother’s secret warms her miracle. A husband’s dream lingers in both confidence and doubt.
How?!!! His faith, his awe, his love for wife and God quiets his slippery doubt.
When will this given son save us?
The what, how, why, and when God steps out through the in door of time confronts our sanity with an unexpected offer of security. A security that conquers fear by fearlessness, hate by loving those we love the least, loneliness through charitable sacrifice, and peace through inescapable monologues of prayer. The chance to adopt this child within ourselves is presented to us in every second, of every minute, of every day. If the eyes are the windows to the soul then what do you see staring into the eyes of baby Emmanuel?
O Come Emmanuel
Gazing into the eyes,
God’s impossible promise has begun,
Needful, cold, and crying,
A virgin nurses a begotten son.
O come Emmanuel,
My soul cries out what I cannot fathom,
Do I need a Savior?
A man born to die for such a ransom…
O come Emmanuel,
My desperate soul sings ever louder,
This love song warms my will,
Humility replaces the prouder.
O come Emmanuel!
I now know the first love I never knew,
Becoming this child,
Because of this One who makes all things new!
By Chris Clody
May this hope be born within – Merry Christmas!