This is an exerpt from from a book we read each year at our house with friends and family present. In the midst of this season that is supposed to draw us to Jesus, it seems to do an awfully good job of pulling us away. Enjoy the words of Max Lucado from Cosmic Christmas, and think about the reason why we do what we do…all year long.
So this is He. Immanuel. So this is God’s gift. A Savior. He shall save His people from their sins. “Worthy is the Lamb,” I whispered, as I knelt before my God. My heart was full. I turned to Mary as she cradled her child and I spoke. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t hear me. The stars could. All of nature could. And most of all, my King could.
“Do you know who you hold, Mary? You secure the Author of grace.He who is ageless is now moments old. He who is limitless is now suckling your milk. He who strides upon the stars, now has legs too weak to walk; the hands which held the oceans are now an infant’s fist. To Him who has never asked a question, you will teach the name of the wind. The Source of language will learn words from you. He who has never stumbled, you will carry. He who has never hugered, you will feed. The King of creation is in your arms.”
“What manner of love is this?” Michael whispered, and again we were covered with silence. A blanket of awe. Finally, Michael again opened his mouth, this time to sing. He began quietly, pausing between the words.
“Glory,
glory,
glory to God in the hightest.”
One by one we joined. “Glory, glory, glory to God in the highest.”
Gradually the chorus grew louder and faster: “Glory, glory, to God in the higest. Glory, glory to God in the highest. Glory, glory to God in the highest.”
Our praise rose into the realms of the universe. In the most distant galaxy the dust on the oldest star danced with our praise. In the depths of the ocean, the water rippled with adoration. The tiniest microbe turned, the mightiest constellation spun, all of nature joined with us as we worshiped Immanuel, the God who had become flesh.
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