The Alphabet of Christmas: D is for "daring"

Image via WikipediaFor God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved. (John 3:16-17, NKJV)

Reckless. Bold. Lavish. Rash. Extravagant. Audacious.

Daring!

Imagine sending your only child, whom you love with all your being, into a dangerous and seemingly hopeless fight. Imagine sending this child with no armor and no weapons - save those of holiness and love. What devoted parent would consider such a thing?!

But this is exactly what God did!

Jesus came into the world, and He was completely human - subject to the same limitations we are, the same sorrows and trials, the same weary trudge that live can be sometimes. Although He didn't cease to be God the Son, He nevertheless put aside His power and glory and donned humanity. He came to us like a newborn lamb, without spot or blemish, destined to give Himself up to ransom us from sin and death and hell.

Incredible!

It never ceases to amaze and awe me that the infinite God, who created and sustains everything which exists, would love us - would love ME! - so very much that He would come to us so meekly and humbly. Only the mind of the true God would be able to concoct such a daring plot to show His love and to rescue His lost children!

Father, thank You for Your reckless abandon in Your love for us. Thank You for the gift of Your Son, who You send in such an unexpected and surprising way. The extravagance of the blessings You have in store for us through Him can never be fully understood - only joyfully accepted. Father, please help us show Your love in new ways that surprise, delight and astonish people with our humble boldness. Help us to be like You and love without reservation; help us carry that love to the world and pour it out abundantly throughout the year.

Infant holy, infant lowly,
for his bed a cattle stall;
oxen lowing, little knowing,
Christ the babe is Lord of all.
Swift are winging angels singing,
noels ringing, tidings bringing:
Christ the babe is Lord of all.

Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping
vigil till the morning new
saw the glory, heard the story,
tidings of a gospel true.
Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow,
praises voicing, greet the morrow:
Christ the babe was born for you.

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