This morning listening to Christmas carols, I was struck anew by Kari Jobe’s “Adore Him.” We’ve grown up with the Christmas story. It’s no surprise to us. Of course, God had his Son born in a manger. Of course, shepherds came and saw him. Of course, he wasn’t born in Herod’s palace… really, though, of course?
Jobe captures the true surprise this is in the first two verses of her carol:
Countless days on a journey that led so far
Endless nights they traveled to follow the star
They did not find a palace, just a humble village home
And searching for a king, but finding a child, no crown, no throne…
Expectation turned to mystery
For nothing was like anything they dreamed
Anticipating the royal and those honored by this world
Instead they gazed in the awestruck eyes of a lowly peasant girl…
Just think how quickly we feel hurt when we don’t get the recognition we deserve or when someone else gets the credit for something we did. Here, the Creator of the universe came into the world and didn’t get any of the recognition a mere mortal prince receives.
Recently, I among my friends and family, babies have been or will imminently be born. In the anticipation, I have witnessed many people come together before the baby is even born to love him and give him gifts. The celebration is natural, and everyone adores the baby.
How is it then, that the most special baby was visited by shepherds-the lowly-and foreigners? Why, when the priests learned from the magi that their foretold messiah had come, they did not join the party to find him? Those that should have anticipated his coming the most had no share in the welcome.
How beautiful is our God?! The scriptures are full of commendations to the humble, and our God exemplified that very characteristic. The one due all glory clothed himself with humility. His whole life is a testament to that. All I can do is worship with gratitude–Thanks be to God!