Suggested Reading: Luke 1
The
world is messed up!
There
are wars and rumours of wars. There are economic problems, political problems,
racial problems, family problems, and the list could go on and on. Proposed
solutions and the people proposing them come and go, but the problems remain.
In the midst of all of this, it is easy to become discouraged. Just a quick
glance at the headlines on any given day gives us many reasons to despair and
few reasons to hope.
We
may imagine that we are living in a uniquely terrible time in history, but many
generations have seen similar times and felt similar things. Empires have risen
and crumbled and people in those times have lived through a level of pain and
chaos that most of us have never experienced. And, I hope we never will. The
Jews living in Palestine at the turn of the first century knew more about these
things than we do in the West at the beginning of the twenty-first century.
They
were living under an oppressive foreign regime who installed a puppet king.
They lived under military occupation, subject to brutal treatment and crushing
taxation. They longed for someone to deliver them. They lived in anticipation
that God would intervene and save them, setting them free. They dreamed of the
coming of the Messiah, the promised deliverer, the long delayed fulfilment of
the ancient prophecies, already hundreds of years old in their day.
When
Zechariah was ambushed by an angel of God in the temple, the plot began to
thicken. There were rumblings and rumours – not of war – but of hope. Could
this baby be the Messiah? Could this unborn child of a barren old woman and a
dried up husband be the One? There were whispers in the hills of Judah. God is
on the move! There is something special about this child!
But
this baby, miraculous though his birth was, was not the One. There was another
coming. A birth even more miraculous was on the way. Not one originating in the
temple, but in a backwater town. God initiated another visitation, and another
miraculous pregnancy, this time in a virgin womb. God's only Son became human,
the Spirit of Christ enfleshed in the waiting womb of a willing young woman.
Mary was to be the mother of Our Lord, the Hope of Nations.
The
Advent of Christ was a rebirth of hope; more than that, a fulfilment of hope
becoming flesh and dwelling among us. God drew near to us and demonstrated His
love in the most tangible way possible, He became one of us. The God who
created all things humbled Himself and became part of His creation. He began
the remaking that will ultimately be fulfilled when His reign is fully
established. But what a beginning He has made!
He
is not distant or disengaged. He is not against us. He is one of us. He is
among us. He is for us. We can know Him and know that He understands us. He is
the reason for and the embodiment of our hope—the hope that came at Christmas!
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Questions:
What
pain, conflict, or problem is challenging your ability to live in hope?
How
does the miracle of Christmas restore your hope?
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