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HOLY FAMILY

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HOLY FAMILY

Ginger Shields

By: Dan Martin, Senior Pastor

Click here to read Luke 2:1-14.

On a cold day in December, a mother gave birth to a baby boy. Have you heard that story before? The story has been heard so many times that it appears to be old and warn out. We are too familiar with that story.

At the mall I saw a window display of three giant teddy-bears. The large male was dressed as Joseph, the smaller female was dressed as Mary, and the baby bear was in a manger, of course! If there was once a grand mystery around the Incarnation, it has long since been fully explained as three jolly bears now witness to everything we need to know. This scene is plump with emotionalism and sentiment and lacking in hope or power. This is actually very bad news.

How can a cuddly teddy bear help us to deal with our pain? How can cloth and stuffing help us with the slam of heartbreak, the tail lights driving away from a home in a just-broken family, the numb face from horrible news from a medical test, the threat of war, a pink slip on an anticipated regular day at work, or a family member being ripped away from us by eternal death? Everyone wants a “just my sized God,” fluffy and approachable without those negative commandments or transforming expectations. Then, once we get God down to teddy-bear size, we find God is powerless. A reduced God is no God at all. God cannot be less than us…but has to be more than us.

Maybe none of this is true. Maybe a giant hand spun it all into motion and then left. Maybe the horror of a thousand declining centuries will never be made right because we cannot do it and there is no power out there that can help us. Maybe the raw material of this visible life is all there is. Maybe the stars truly are far and cold.

On a cold and star-pierced night, a frightened girl in a strange city gave birth in a stable. When she carried her baby into the temple a few weeks later an old man stopped her to say, "This child will be a sign that is spoken against and a sword will pierce through your own soul also!" This is the promise of God, the heart-aching worry of a new mother, the dire life that would be lived by this child, and the sacrificial power, in our stead, to save us.

In the heart of that mother is born the greatest and most self-sacrificing earthly love in unbelievable and mystifyingly fragile blooms of a hope that could never be imagined or created on our own. This is the day of our powerful hope in Christ Jesus.

Lord, I will give allegiance to You and will trust in the power of the Savior, Jesus Christ, as I humbly bow on this great day and faithfully give thanks for Your sacrifice and hope…for me…and all those I love. I believe in the fragile blooms of hope. Amen.

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