12.19.2012

Christmas.

It started with an angel talking to the shocked, scared, soon-to-be-mother of the Savior. It started with Mary trusting the angel at his word and believing the Lord would protect her. It started with an engaged, teenage girl telling her fiancĂ© she's pregnant. It started when Joseph -- despite all of his thoughts, dreams, and desires -- agreed to stand by Mary and her unborn child. It started in the dark of night, in a barn filled with animals. It started with a newborn's cry. The start of the climax of all history began with a baby, wrapped in rags and laying in a feeding trough.

The Lord doesn't wait for the world to be ready, but instead enters right into our mess. And that's the beauty of it.


“The love I am singing about is not a pretty, clean love. It is not a Hollywood, hot pink love. It is the kind of love that is willing to love things that are messy. It is willing to love difficult things.” - John McMillan

2 comments:

sarah e said...

great thoughts. thank you for sharing! i certainly appreciate a messy kind of love, because if it wasn't, it would be so much harder to believe that he loves me...a total mess unto myself.

arielle elise. said...

Love this. Hope you have a blessed Christmas, Rylie! :)