What if we could see Jesus like they did?
In Jerusalem, things didn’t look the way I expected they would. It made me think, what if we could interview those who were there when Christ was born and see what they saw. What if we could see Jesus like they did?
While each movie or book tells the Christmas story with different insight, nothing is like being inside a person’s head.
Imagine if we could interview Joseph?
This man that God chose to raise His child, was he quiet and contemplative?
Or was he animated and chatty, coming to life every chance he got to share his story:
Of course, it came as a shock to find out Mary was with child. I loved her but being the object of derision in our community, well, that was hard.
My dreams helped. They resonated with something deep inside as they showed me the way to go, gave me peace to continue. Even though the long journey to Egypt was grueling, I wanted to protect my new wife by whisking her away.
Sure enough, if it wasn’t for the dream warning us to go, our baby would have died. Talk about grisly confirmation, when we heard about all of those Herod killed because of our son, Mary was a mess.
Persecution came right from the start and it didn’t stop. But with the help of those dreams, we knew what to do.
Do you see what I see?
If you need direction, ask God to guide you. He’ll show you what to do!
Can I be Frank with you?
At the last minute, someone couldn’t make it to our Christmas pageant one year so I had the experience of playing Frank, you know, the wise guy who brought frankincense to the baby Jesus.
The coordinator had asked if I’d be the innkeeper, but I didn’t want to tell Mary and Joseph I had no room for them.
So, after a quick role adjustment, I stood on the stage next to Gold and Myrrh staring into the camera that projected onto local TV. It was at that moment I realized I had a beard penciled in on my face.
God knows how much I hate my facial hair. Notice I’m not sharing a picture? There is often a fine line between humility and humiliation.
All joking aside, in those Wiseman sandals, I thought about what I’d wonder if I followed that star. I laid my Christmas list aside for a minute, the one my family asked me to make of all the things I wanted. Instead, I thought about how far the Wisemen traveled to offer their gifts.
It had never occurred to me:
As I celebrated Jesus’ birth, what would I give Him?
Now I’ve asked several times, “Lord, what do You want?”
The answer is always the same, but the experience fresh.
“More of you,” He says.
As I imagine Jesus looking at me, I see a twinkle in His eye. He’s not pushy or demanding like a person might be if they said the same thing. He’s inviting. His smile tells me He has so much more for me.
For whatever reason, I often hold back because I want my way, or I think I know best. But always when I dare to continue this conversation, I’m blessed. There really is no other word for it.
“What do you mean, Lord?” I’ve asked, “What does more of me look like?” I confess, I often want to know the cost before I sign up.
This year, more of me looked like spending lots of time caring for my parents.
It makes me smile, though, because it feels like I did something drastic for God and that feels good. It’s always something I know I’ll never regret.
But what if we could see Jesus like they did, would it change things?
What about those midwives in Bethlehem . . .
. . . with their tongue-wiggling Middle Eastern call?
Let me tell you, it might have been a holy night, but it sure wasn’t silent, all of those out-of-towners with their animals.
And that poor innkeeper, he gets a bad rap. People think he was being mean when he said there was “no room” but you don’t understand, our houses are wall-to-wall on a normal night. Add the people piling into town for the census and there really was no room!
Besides we’re used to sleeping with our animals so we can protect them and keep warm. We all smell the same anyway.
Let’s not forget the shepherds
That baby was something special. Angels, think about that, a chorus of angels announced His birth. You should have seen them! I don’t even know how to describe it.
Not only was there bright light but . . . but . . . this amazing sparkle filled the sky and reached inside me, striking a chord in my inmost being as it brought me into this chorus of eternity.
And I don’t normally talk like that! I’m just trying to put to words something, that, well, there just isn’t words for it.
In your mind’s eye, can you see what I see?
If I could pick, I’d choose to be like Mary
When God asks me to do wild and crazy things, I’d like to emulate her and say, “May it be to me as you have said” instead of the long-drawn-out and whiny conversations I sometimes have with God.
Maybe her childlike faith is the reason God picked her? They say she could have been as young as 12.
I wonder what Mary might say to us later in life after all she went through? Something like:
I treasured up so many things in my heart, pondered them, trying not to color them with my own interpretation but take them for what they were and watch the prophecy unfold.
It was for me to trust and obey even when I did not understand.
Like when Simeon spoke to me in the Temple as we dedicated Yeshua as a baby, it wasn’t until after His death I understood, but truer words were never spoken, ‘a sword will pierce your own soul, too’ (Luke 2:35, NIV).
Dreams, persecution, so many hard things, I bore Him, but He was not mine. He was sent to the world.
He was sent for you.
Do you see what I see?
As we remember Jesus at Christmas, we often sing, “O Come Let Us Adore Him,” but guess what?
He adores you!
Whenever I’m asked to speak, I always ask, “God, what do You want me to say?”
Over and over, this is another example where the exact same thing comes to mind, but I hear it as if for the first time. He says, “Make sure . . .”
“Make sure of what?” I say totally forgetting, “Make sure I tell them what?”
“Make sure you tell them that I love them!”
Christ, the Star of Wonder and Star of Light, who shines down through the ages and into our lives when we let Him, adores us.
What if we could see Jesus like they did?
You know what? We can.
In our own unique and special way, we, too, can have a relationship with Jesus. All we have to do is tell Him that and He will make Himself real to us. ❤️
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