“He’s here.”
Can you just imagine the wonder in Mary’s voice as her firstborn son emerged from her womb and she held him at her breast for the first time? Don’t you think the sounds around them faded into the background and all she heard was the thumping of her own heart and the still-wet baby whimpering as his first cries died down into peaceful slumber? When I stop to let my mind envision the details of his birth (because so few are really given to us), putting myself in Mary’s place and listening with her ears, looking around with her eyes, I find a lump in my throat and the desire to fall on my knees to be overwhelming.
God with us. The Word made flesh. Born into utter poverty and humility but no less the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Our Jesus, the most valiant of warriors who would eternally conquer sin and death because we simply could not.
He’s here.
Oh, the love, the matchless love of Christ. Sit with Mary a while, will you? Imagine what it must have been like on that Christmas night when the longings of all generations were fulfilled in one miraculous moment, when a virgin gave birth to the Son of God.
JOY.
He’s here.
Oh, Joseph, just look at him.
My heart is bursting,
overflowing with love
and joy.
Shhh, do you hear it?
Listen, beloved.
They are singing
just beyond the hills
where the shepherds sleep.
The song is new.
Harmonies so perfect
I sigh a smile
and the baby
opens his eyes.
So tiny, yet ancient.
My mind cannot grasp
who I hold in my arms
yet I know I am in the middle
of history, HIS story.
Oh God, I am not worthy
yet here I rest
agains the fragrant hay
with Heaven-song all around
and your Son gazing into my eyes.
Take my hand, Joseph,
see the love I hold for
you, so brave
to take this on.
This burden of grace.
Look upon the face
of God,
this beautiful son of ours
who nurses peacefully
as the melodies fade.
A Life of Simple Joys 