
I remember sitting one Christmas season in London listening to Handel's Messiah, with a full chorus singing about the day when "the glory of the Lord shall be revealed." I had spent the morning viewing remnants of England's glory - the crown jewels, the Lord Mayor's gilded carriage - and it occurred to me that just such image of wealth and power must have filled the minds of Isaiah's contemporaries who first heard that promise.
The Messiah who showed up, however, wore a different kind of glory - the glory of humility. The God who roared, who if He so desired could order armies and empires about like pawns, this God emerged in Bethlehem as a baby who could not speak or eat solid food. This God who created all things became dependent on a teenager for shelther, food, and love.
Rulers stride through the world with bodyguards, fanfare, and flashing jewelry. In contrast, God's visit to earth took place in a shelther for animals, with no attendants present and nowhere to lay the newborn King but a feed trough. Indeed, the event that divided history into two parts may have had more animal than human withness. As Philips Brooks put it:
How silently, how silently, te wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
the blessings of His heaven.
In most religious, fear is the primary emotion when approaching God. In Jesus, God made a way of relating to us that did not involve fear. - Philip Yancey
In Christ, God veiled His deity to serve and to save humanity.
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A gift, doesn't must be in a way of very clear to everyone... but it also can be given silently...
When I was new believer, I thank God for giving me chance of living... thank God for good weather... thank God for friends... and alot... I feel like everything shall be thankfull for God given me all this...
But, although I know I can't live without God's present, I seldom thank God for this stuffs anymore... but replace with 'wishing...', 'asking...', 'hoping...'... seems like I lost the heart of being thankfull...
No wonder God prefer kids compare to adult... kid's mind is pure, clean... the adult's mind is just too complicated...
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