For Christmas this year, my parents gave me a record player and brought some of the records I’d collected as a teenager.
Lately we’ve been listening to some old records we bought at our neighbor’s estate sale last month, but tonight Jordan decided it was time for Christmas music. “People don’t listen to Christmas music enough,” he said.
When I was a teenager I hated Christmas music, but now when I think about what it means–that God came to earth in human form–I can’t help but appreciate it. So over our Sunday-evening strawberry-blueberry smoothies and popcorn, to a backdrop of “Go Tell It on the Mountain,” we talked about what it might have been like to deliver the Son of God. Was it a hard delivery? Was it easier than usual? Jordan decided, “It was surely nothing magical,” and “I imagine it was probably entirely average.”
You know how sometimes you know a thing but don’t really know it, and then one day it just hits you? That’s how I felt when Jordan said, “I imagine it was probably entirely average.” He entered the world in exactly the same way any of us entered the world. Nothing special, entirely ordinary.
Yet He was anything but ordinary.