“This is God?”


We have a student from China living with us. Last week, she and her friend from Japan were helping us unpack Christmas ornaments. The  girls handed me one of the wise men, pointing at his crown.

“This is God?”  The question caught me off guard..

“No.  THIS is God.”  I handed them the child in the manager.  The girls had just gotten past the idea that we were setting up a “barn” with animals AND people.

“Ohhhhh!  A baby!”

“Yes.” I said  … feeling a bit as though I’d never before comprehended the wonder of it all myself.

God.  GOD.  GOD!!

A baby, yet a King.  Human, yet God.

Baby Jesus

The girls continued to marvel.  Why didn’t God come to us as a king with a crown … with lots of power?  A baby was so simple and innocent.  Yet in all their questions, I saw not confusion or disbelief, but rather, I saw in their eyes, unmistakable hope.

I had to think about it for a couple of days.  Why did this simple little baby, this story that I have heard countless times, stir such excitement and hope in these two girls?

It occurs to me that each of them come from very secularized societies.  Both are quite accomplished scholars and intellectual in their own rights.  Yet, surprisingly, they each are eager to understand God.  Even though their heads are full of knowledge, neither of them have found anything to fill their hearts. The truth that Jesus came as a God for ORDINARY people …  that Angels, Kings, AND shepherds gathered to praise His entrance into the world … this makes them marvel … this gave them hope.

Last night, the search to understand this “King, guised as a baby” continued. Our student asked me what happened to those who killed Him.

“They murdered Him, right?  When He became a man?  What happened to those who killed Jesus? Were they killed for what they did?”  She was so upset, even angry, that Jesus – God Himself – had been murdered without apparent consequence to those responsible.

I explained to her that we all are responsible … that our sin murdered Jesus … but the humbling part is, He was way ahead of us.  “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

She went away reflective.  Forgiveness … Jesus … God’s love.

She has been grabbing hold of faith in an incredible way.  Her mother and a friend modeled faith in Christ to her long before she came to America, and now in a country known for it’s freedoms, she’s been the first one to ask if we could pray when she sees people in pain or in impossible circumstances.  She understands power and authority … what she doesn’t understand is why more people here don’t acknowledge Him.

Her journey has reminded me that the greatest authority of all reigns not on earth, but in heaven and is available at a prayer’s notice.

How good this Christmas to celebrate our King’s visit to earth with fresh eyes.

God and sinner … reconciled.

How many kings step down from their thrones?
How many lords have abandoned their homes?
How many greats have become the least for me?
And how many gods have poured out their hearts
To romance a world that is torn all apart
How many fathers gave up their sons for me?
– Marc Martel, DOWNHERE