To the God Born in a Barn

2010 has been something of a rough year.  I don’t say this to be dramatic or to elicit sympathy and pity: people have rough years.  This was one of mine.  But even at its darkest, I have seen purpose in it, have recognized that God is tearing away more and more of what I thought I needed but that I don’t, so that more and more of who He made me to be can be displayed with clarity.

Still, December 23 had me on the phone with my sister.  Again.  In tears.  Again.  Wondering how I could celebrate Christmas with all its joy and spectacle when I felt so distant from anything remotely resembling it.

Then I remembered.  For all the lights and tinsel, for all the sparkling packages and clanking bells, for all the Hallelujah choruses, the decadent food, the elaborate parties, the ugly sweaters with sequins and snowmen and swirls — we are honoring the birth of a God who, ultimately, came to suffer; and in His sufferings, triumph.

That is not to say the triumph doesn’t deserve the joy and gaiety we lavish upon it; merely that this year I needed to focus on the humility of His beginning and the depth of His condescension — so lowly, so meek, that He came to meet me where I am.

So to the God born in a barn, not in a palace, not in a hospital, not even a clean bed, and laid to sleep in a feeding trough: Thank You.  You have no beauty that I should desire You, You who are smitten and afflicted, bruised and forsaken — and yet I do.  From the depths of my soul, I do!


About Katie L

A doubter by nature, a believer by grace.

Posted on December 27, 2010, in Personal, Thoughts on God and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Katie, you made me cry. Thank you for this.

    And I raise my glass (well, coffee mug) to 2011 bringing you the triumph of awesomeness through Jesus.


  2. For every Aphrodite born gloriously on the waves and attended by the Hours, there’s a Zeus, born and hidden desperately in a cave from a power-mad father who wanted him murdered.

  3. Oh Katie, this is beautiful! It really has brought tears to my eyes. What beautiful thoughts you have. ♥

  4. Lovely post. Having spent Christmas Eve and Day in a hospital, this is especially thought provoking for me. 🙂

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