And the word was made flesh and dwelled among us. God took on skin. He had created flesh for his most significant miracle of life, man. He had put flesh within boundaries of the law, so as to procure proper behavior. But at the point of Christ’s birth, God took on skin. He wore the covering of the tempted. He took on the epidermis of our frailties and propensities to be seduced. He covered himself in the dust of our defiling nature, for he became the likeness of sinful flesh. He was absolutely, one hundred percent, impeccably perfect; totally absent of sin. But he knew, for the first time in human form, what it was like to be tempted; he felt the heat of anger as it singed tissue of his own body, for he could feel the rising temperature of indignation in his cheeks (like the moment he stormed into the temple and furiously turned over the money changers’ tables, scattering pigeons, spilling gold and silver coins onto the cobblestones, tossing out merchandise in a righteous fit of disappointment, stating that they had made his father’s house a den of thieves instead of the intended house of prayer).
The tissues layers over divinely manufactured bone and blood, now in form as the son of God, could feel the electricity of excitement, the anguish of trauma, and the numbness of sleep deprived weariness. He, who had scouted our liabilities and limitations in a world where we were so easily lured to do the wrong thing, took on the nature of what we were as humans and became a student in our school of suffering. (The one difference being that he graduated as the only 4.0 student of temptation, having never missed a problem, having never failed a test, and having a true Master’s degree in victory over death, hell, and the grave).
My friend, the baby born and laid in a manger the now touchable God. And the message of hope in that reality is that you can reach out to Him. He is not a stranger to your stress. He is not a foreigner to your fears. He is not an alien to your inhibitions. He knows them well. He’s walked as a human in the middle of them. He gave a grieving father a hand to hold as Jairus pleaded for his daughter’s life. He gave a Syrophoenician woman compassionate eyes to stare into as she begged him to deliver her daughter from demon control. He gave a
My friend, the baby born and laid in a manger was the now tangible God. In other words, he could understand from a human point of view why David, a pursuer of God’s deepest character, would be susceptible to blindingly un-thoughtful actions as adultery and murder; why Solomon with all the wisdom in the world would amateurishly allow his head to be turned away from God by seductive heathen women; why the miracle collecting Jews of the Old Testament were so easily sidetracked into bowing to idolatrous man made images of gold and silver…listen now.