There’s a fair bit we know about Christmas.
We know it’s the celebration of the day that the Savior of the world was born. We know he was later to become a great
moral teacher. Most of us also know he was later to give up his life at
Calvary, to pay the price of our sins and to redeem us to God. And many of us
also know he was to be raised again and exalted to God’s right hand, a King to
return and reign. This is all open to us, because we have the history of it. And
while much remains for us to understand, still, much is revealed about all that.
For the rest, we wait in faith.
But at this time of year we tend to think of Jesus Christ in a different way: not as a great moral teacher, nor as the
“man of sorrows” suffering for the sins of the world, nor as the resurrected
Lord and returning Judge, but rather as a baby.
And that’s a pretty baffling thing, when you think about it.