A Baby Changes Everything. Mary’s Song. Silent Night. As a mother, is it any wonder that my most favorite Christmas carols focus on the little baby Jesus? There is pretty much nothing more wonderful than a newborn baby; thus I love picturing the savior of the world as an infant.
I remember when each of my children was born. In each instance when I first laid eyes on my precious little bundle there was a bursting in my heart; a floodwater of love rising within me instantly. Each time I marveled at their perfection. How could I be so loved that God had gifted this child to me? It was scandalously gracious.
I imagine that Mary marveled in exactly the same way. Only it must have been like me times a million, for she was carrying the offspring of God. She was carrying God himself. And when she gazed upon his infant perfection, she knew that he would grow to save the world. I wish the Bible would describe her thoughts more fully to me.
A baby changes everything. To new parents a first-born child sends their whole lives into upheaval. They have new priorities, a new schedule, a new purpose. I have high hopes for my babies. I believe in the maximum potential of each of them, and though they each have the ability to be great, and to lead people to God, they will obviously never be God. When Jesus came to Earth, God as a human infant, he truly changed everything. He was the baby who became the boy, who became the teen who became the young man who showed us a new way of living. A way of being with the poor, the weak, the ill, the forgotten. Jesus said new things and did new things. He changed everything.
In advent we prepare our hearts for this miracle. As we are livers of modern life, our entire beings tell us to go, go, go. We multi-task in most of our daily activities. I am so guilty of the catchphrase hurry. I feel late even when I am on time. It is becoming more and more difficult for me to do one thing at a time. I read during commercial breaks. I write lists while lesson planning and grading. I eat lunch while catching up on e-mail. But advent is precious. The holiness of the season compels me to slow down, to breath deep, to be intentional with my time, and to wait on baby Jesus.
When I read the Christmas story with my children, I wait on Jesus. When I gather with the church and sing beautiful melodies, I wait on Jesus. When I pray over those I love and those I don’t know, I wait on Jesus. Sit with the sanctity of this season;
For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.