I ponder Him. Him that came to a messy place. For me. He knew me and loved me before I was knit in my mother’s womb.
He was perfect. The spotless Lamb of God. The very essence of Love.
He came as a child. We need to come to Him with child-like faith.
He came to touch the dirt. The dirty places and spaces of our hearts. My heart.
He came and got messy in the mess of this earth. He sat and supped with publicans and sinners. How are we ministering to the least of these? The ones, that Christ calls us to love. The ones He loves.
As He lifted His body up for a glimpse of a breath, He was doing it for you.
And so… as you are ripping open those gifts… with the pretty bows and neatly pressed edges…
take a moment to remember… He, who was ripped open for you and I… JESUS.
Our Spotless Lamb.
Christ… Our Emmanuel!