And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us and we beheld His glory,
glory as of the only begotten from the Father full of grace and truth.
Matthew and Luke are the typical books read for their accounts of the nativity. Both enable us to visualize the conception, pregnancy, birth and the first year of Christ. Each author regales us, in their own unique way, of the events that led up to one of the greatest stories ever told, but I tend to be a fan of John’s simple, yet profound, account of the birth of Christ Jesus.
“And the Word became flesh. . .”
This fact sends goose bumps up my arms and makes the hair on the nape of my neck tingle. The creative essence of the Father, His Word; the ability to learn and understand, became visible to us. Wrap your mind around that if you can, because in the Word becoming flesh, God made alive to us the very spirit of Himself that gives us thought and the capability of thought, bringing revelation. Is it any wonder that deep calls to deep?
In the Word becoming flesh we are able to know the Father in a way that was not available to us before this occurrence. In the Word becoming flesh we see the unveiled reality and the veritable essence of matter. We are in direct contact with the Giver of Life and its all because of His loving kindness toward us, freely given with no strings attached. He shows Himself to us in His earthly weakness because He loves us and desires us to be able to commune with Him.
He is without equal, complete, and perfect in His unveiled reality and the kicker is He dwelt among us. We were able to laugh with Him, cry with Him, long with Him, touch Him, watch Him, study Him, break bread with Him, and love with Him in a way no man had ever done before. He freely gave of Himself to us.
This Christmas season take a look at the first chapter of John and see the nativity story come alive in whole new grace abounding way. “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.”