GOD IN A BOX
This weekend Christians around the world will celebrate the birth of Jesus, which they hold to be the ultimate manifestation of God.
I imagine that at the moment of his birth, Jesus’s mother Mary must have felt what I experienced in the delivery room when my children were born — a profound, indescribable change in my very being.
A newborn child breaking into my life, fragile, helpless, totally dependent,
yet powerful beyond imagination,
powerful enough to change my life, my dreams, my purpose….forever!
A glimpse at the mystery of the divine.
“It is not over,
There are always newer skies
into which God can throw stars.
When we begin to think
that we can predict the Advent of God,
that we can box the Christ
in a stable in Bethlehem,
that’s just the time
that God will be born
in a place we can’t imagine
and won’t believe.
Those who wait for God
watch with their hearts and not their eyes,
listening, always listening
for angel words.” (1)
The words of this poem don’t exactly square with the doctrinal view of the birth of Jesus being the preeminent coming of God. So then, what are we to make of Christmas Eve?
This Christmas let’s not do what so many of us do, what so many religions do, each in their own way. Let’s not put God in a box and leave no room for the mystery of the divine. Let’s not deceive ourselves, believing that this is the final “birth” of God. The creator, sustainer, and redeemer of all that we know, and that which we can never know, is certainly much larger than a baby born some 2000 years ago in a barn in a backwater town, sleeping in a box meant to feed cattle. Let’s watch and listen with our hearts, not only with our eyes and our Scriptures.
You see, Divinity, however little of it that we can comprehend, is powerful beyond our wildest imagination!