Christmas

Christmas is special to me...

because when you think about it, a God came down as a baby. Completely helpless and vulnerable. Think about it... How much trust Jesus and Heavenly Father must've had in Mary and Joseph. It's astounding. 

I think of what He came down to, what He had to look forward to. I think Isaiah 53 summarized it pretty well: 

3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities . . .

7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter . . .

8 He was taken from prison and from judgment . . . he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.

Not a very enticing lot. The agony of Gethsemene, the brutality of the cross at Gol Gatha, the torment of the Sadducees, the betrayal of Judas... Yet he came willingly, happily for us. Even when he didn't want to do it, he came through for us. I think Christmas represents the faith that God has in *Us.* Faith that we wouldn't waste the atonement, faith that Mary and Joseph would be good parents. Faith in humanity.