I have always been
fascinated with the first witnesses to Jesus' arrival here on Earth. They are
just not the people you would have expected deity to be presented to. A
carpenter and his teenage wife. Some dirty outcast shepherds. Foreign gentile
starwatchers. An aged priest and widow, long past their prime and importance.
There were no nobles, no religious leaders, no government leaders by the
manger. Just simple people, overlooked or held in contempt by most.
God set the stage
with a theme that would continue throughout the New Testament. All of Jesus
life, He would enter into the lives of the poor, the desperate, the rejected,
the unclean, the irreligious, the sick, and so on. Even foreigners
would have encounters with Jesus which would give them opportunity to know the
One true God, and His Son sent to redeem them from their sin. No one expected
the Messiah to come in such a way … and yet … they should have. God told them
it would be this way.
The prophet Isaiah
said "The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those
living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned …. For unto us a
child is born, unto us a son is given,
and the government
will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty
God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." (Isaiah 9:2, 6) We live in a world where
the shadow of death is constantly evident. The fruit of the fall from innocence
is a teenager facing a life-threatening illness in a hospital room. It is a
lonely widow, whose children live far away and are too busy to realize their
mother's grief. It's single moms struggling to make ends meet, struggling to
raise kids while working full time, struggling to keep their heads above water.
Life in a sin-struck world is hard and messy and lonely, and it has been since
the first sin corrupted God's beautiful creation. Then the Light dawned.
God Himself entered
into our mess, not with the glory and recognition He deserved, but with
simplicity, and the witness of people
like you and me. All his life,
Jesus entered into the misery and pain of those around Him. He wept with the
grieving, touched the sick, fed the hungry, taught the confused. It was only
through sharing their painful, difficult lives that the Savior could bear their
burdens … and their guilt.
"After the
suffering of his soul, he will see the light [of life] and be satisfied; by his
knowledge my righteous servant will justify many, and he will bear their
iniquities." (Isaiah 53:11)
Matthew tells us
that "in the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the
Word was God …. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light
shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it …. And the Word
became flesh and dwelt among us." (Matthew 1:1, 4, 5, 14.) God didn't just
send us words, because words weren't enough for us to understand. He sent us
His word in the flesh; He sent us Jesus. Jesus was His best gift, wrapped up in
simple packaging, and yet shining with a blinding light in spite of it.
Before Jesus
returned to heaven for a little while, He commanded His followers to share His
good news--His gospel. Often I find that command intimidating, because I'm not
one who comes up with words easily when I'm talking to people. I never feel
like I know what to say, and so sharing the Gospel seems difficult. But as I
look at the way God shared His good news, I realized that what I'm called to do
is not merely to tell the good news, but
to share it. I'm called to share what I
have with the family struggling to pay their bills. I'm called to cry with the
mom whose son is rebelling and getting into trouble. I'm called to carry
groceries with the ailing elderly couple across the street. I'm called to
listen to what most consider mundane chattering by the socially awkward
outcast. I'm called to enter into the
difficulty and suffering of other people's lives, and to DO what I can to
relieve their suffering. Then I'm called to tell them it is because Jesus gave
so much to me that I want to care for them.
Sharing the Gospel is so much
more than telling people about Jesus, it's showing them Jesus. And it's hard
and messy and expensive. It costs me time, money, emotional vulnerability, and
humility. It is dangerous and risky. But isn't giving any good gift a little
risky? Doesn't any good gift worth giving cost me something valuable? Isn't the
Gospel a gift worth offering to those who don't have it?