On the 25th of December, Christians around the world celebrate the feast of the incarnation of God’s infinite love in our midst … the birth of Jesus, Emmanuel, God with Us … a mystery for the ages to be sure.
It is an awesome thought, to paraphrase a popsong from the 90s, not what if, but that God DID become one of us. That reality brings both comfort and challenge if one manages to screen out the commercialization of the holiday to the real fundamental message, which is love.
All powerful love … and the love of a vulnerable poor child born in a stable far from his parents’ home.
Universal love … and the particular love of a family, unconventional as it may be.
Love that is meant to transform and expand exponentially to break the binds of oppression, free captives, and build beloved community.
Love incarnate, now and then and always and forever.
It’s incredible on a theological level amd mind boggling on a practical human level.
It is stretching on a heart level, and that my friends is where my Christmas reflections take me this evening. How are we, how am I, called to incarnate love?
We incarnate love through our touch, a kind word, our presence. We can incarnate love through our dedication and faithfulness. Sometimes we are called to incarnate love through our questions and struggles, in the messiness of our lives and in the systems of oppression we resist.
Through it all, Jesus, Emmanuel, God with us, is our model, our wonder counselor, our friend.
Jesus, be with me as I seek to be an incarnator of love in my own life.