I beg the indulgence of a few minutes for any of my friends (or really anyone at all) who scoffs at the notion of the Babe in the manger, the joy of Christmas, and everything else associated with “Immanuel, which means, ‘God with us.'” (Matthew 1:23b).
In our few minutes together, allow me to ask a favor. Forget anything you think you know about Jesus Christ and anything you’ve seen perpetrated in His name on social media. This Christmas, I humbly ask you to consider the singular Person, Jesus Christ, though perhaps not for the reasons you may think.
My reason is an honest, heartfelt desire to share with you the One in whom you may find peace, even in a turbulent and troubled world, because He has overcome the world. He’s even lived in it and knows what it is to suffer as a man.
Once an atheist myself, I have found in Christ an unshakeable peace, an overflowing hope, and even a purpose for pain. I’ve found so much more, but in the interest of keeping this brief(ish), allow me to share an excerpt from Orthodoxy, a book written by another former atheist, G. K. Chesterton:
“That a good man may have his back to the wall is no more than we knew already, but that God could have His back to the wall is a boast for all insurgents forever …
… Alone of all creeds, Christianity has added courage to the virtues of the Creator. For the only courage worth calling courage must necessarily mean that the soul passes a breaking point — and does not break. In this indeed I approach a matter more dark and awful than it is easy to discuss; and I apologize in advance if any of my phrases fall wrong or seem irreverent touching a matter which the greatest saints and thinkers have justly feared to approach. But in the terrific tale of the Passion there is a distinct emotional suggestion that the author of all things (in some unthinkable way) went not only through agony, but through doubt…
…When the world shook and the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from the cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God. And now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all the creeds and a god from all the gods of the world, carefully weighing all the gods of inevitable recurrence and of unalterable power. They will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. Nay (the matter grows too difficult for human speech), but let the atheists themselves choose a god. They will find only one divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only one religion in which God seemed for an instant to be an atheist.” (emphasis mine)
The message of Christmas is not a message of good tidings so all people can have a good life. It is a message of good tidings because at the birth of the Christ child, a unique event took place in the history of everything. The Most High God, Creator of all that is seen and unseen, laid His glory aside and confined Himself to the frail substance of His own creation in order to do what mankind could not – save them from a hopeless eternity, from a propensity for evil, and from their own stubborn pride.
Or to put the thing into more bite-size portions: The Creator learned to crawl. The One who spoke the world into existence learned to speak his mother’s name. He endured puberty, He felt hunger, He felt sorrow and sickness, joy and zeal, betrayal and ridicule and everything else a human being can feel but without falling into wrongdoing. Ever.
The message of Christmas is almost too difficult to put into words because the first Christmas put an infinite God into a finite form. How do you phrase that adequately, really? Words fail.
Where we have weakened and given in to temptation, Jesus saw the thing through to the uttermost. In fact, He alone among humankind knows the fullest extent of temptation because He alone among men never caved in to temptation. He alone never fell.
He even knows what it is to desire something other than the Divine plan and yet submit to it anyway. Not only that, but He came to offer Himself as the blood price, not for good and holy men, but for all of us. For me. For you. And you and I know, in an honest moment, that we’ve done some pretty reprehensible stuff.
He knows you, friend. He knows what you struggle with, and he loves you anyway. He’s felt temptation, too, but He has also overcome it. That is the hope of Christmas. That is the hope we can share in Christ Jesus.
I so long for you to know my God – the Pauper King who lowered Himself in order to give us an opportunity to rise ridiculously far above our station. I want you to experience the greatest and most breathtaking love you will ever know on either side of the grave.
Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
(Hebrews 4:14-16)
I pray He will open your heart as He once opened mine so that some day, we can celebrate together how we both found grace and mercy in our time of need.
What a powerful word! I’m thankful God transformed your life through His precious Son, the Lord Jesus Christ.
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He really has! Anyone who knew the old me would be surprised by the in Christ me. May His name be praised!
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Heather, thank you for words that we could all use for the whole world to know our Lord. Blessings as you continue to witness of His great and mighty work in your life
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Amen. Thank you so much for your encouraging words and your faithfulness to continue to spread His truth!
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“The Creator learned to crawl.” Very powerfully said. The humility (and courage and power and love) demonstrated in the incarnation is main reason I’m still willing to put my hope in Jesus. There is no one like him. Thanks for this reflection.
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Amen and amen. The most powerful realization for me is embodied in those words. Blessings!
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What a wonderful, bracing post for an ex-atheist like me (one of whose heroes is G.K. Chesterton), who just today wrote a post on experiencing spiritual doubts at Christmas time (to be posted this Friday). Thank you for your godly timing, Heather!
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I will look forward to reading your post on Friday! Chesterton is a good hero to have. I did a Chesterton binge-reading one summer starting with his biography and then reading through as many of his own works as I could get my hands on… so much fun. 🙂
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I’m due for more Chesterton. Love his essays and The Man Who Was Thursday, but still haven’t read the Father Brown books, or a proper biography on him.
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Oh Father Brown is wonderful! I love the backstory on how the character came to be in particular. Chesterton had a friend who was a priest and they spent an evening discussing confession and sin. Without violating anyone’s privacy, the priest divulged some of the things he’d heard in confession. The whole experience somewhat rattled Chesterton, and later when he overheard some young men talking about how “innocent” and “naive” priests must be, cloistered away from the word and separate from all worldly pursuits, it struck him as incredibly ironic. Thus, The Innocence of Father Brown…
Which reminds me, it’s Friday and time for me to go look at your post!
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Well said, Heather! Even for those of us born into the Church, but who strayed and turned our backs, He welcomes us home when we once again acknowledge that He is the One True God.
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So true. He is faithful, even when we are not. I’m so thankful for that!
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Powerful way to discuss this! May it speak to others 🙂
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It definitely challenged me when I first wrote it.
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Well spoken, Heather. Your bite sized portions put the imagery on bottom shelf for even the simplest soul. No god other than the One from whom all things eminate would dare to be reduced to mortal dependence as an infant. We’ll done!
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Thank you! The more I meditate on the wonder of that first Christmas, the more mind-blowing it seems. What a God we serve!
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