Everything was ready. The moment God had been waiting for was here at last! God was coming to help his people, just as he had promised in the beginning.
But how would he come? What would he be like? What would he do?
Mountains would have bowed down. Seas would have roared. But the earth held its breath. As silent as snow falling, he came in. And when no one was looking, in the darkness, he came.
–Sally Lloyd-Jones, The Jesus Storybook Bible
Humble. Before Jesus, almost no pagan author had used “humble” as a compliment. Yet the events of Christmas point inescapably to what seems like an oxymoron: a humble God. The God who came to earth came not in a raging whirlwind nor in a devouring fire. Unimaginably, the Maker of all things shrank down, down, down, so small as to be become an ovum, a single fertilized egg barely visible to the naked eye, an egg that would divide and redivide until a fetus took shape, enlarging cell by cell inside a nervous teenager. “Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,” marveled the poet John Donne. He “made himself nothing…he humbled himself,” said the apostle Paul more prosaically.
–Philip Yancey, The Jesus I Never Knew
This is what Emmanuel means: that God came so very close to us in order to save us out of His love and at cost to Himself. Wishing you a Christmas filled with an understanding of the peace that Jesus’ arrival brought between God and man.