So This Was Christmas

I am not sure about where you are, but where I am Christmas is suppsoe to white. There is suppose to be snow on the ground, and slippery roads to manage. I am suppose to get hit with a snowball when I see my little brother, and everybody is suppose to be wearing winter coats, not rain gear! This is my one and only complaint for this holiday season. Otherwise I had a wonderful Christmas. My wife got me some great presents, and we were able to spend Christmas morning just to the two of us. That has not happened for the past two years as we were either leaving the country or coming back. I also got to see my family, and my new neice again.
For me Christmas seemed to be this incedible celebration when I was growing up, but it only lasted one day. The build up to it was amazing, people every where, decorations, getting on the roof of the house to hang lights with my dad and brother, and of course the old movies along with stuffing my face. I loved it and struggled with it every year. I think as I get older the excitement remains and I understnad it more. As a kid it was mostly about santa claus and toys, and then the birth of Jesus. By the way, at my house we always sang happy birthday to Jesus before the presents could even be seen. But, I always felt a major let down when it was over. I felt like too much money had been spent, it was too short, and life as I knew had to begin again. That is a lot for a young boyt to think about, but I did.
This year was different with the arrival of my neice just weeks before Christmas. I thought about the birht of Jesus, and no matter when you think that actually happened, this is when we reflect on it. I though about holding a small baby and having to support the head, how little everything is, and how fragile that little baby is. It has always scared me to hold a little baby. I have always felt like I might break them. I cannot imagine how Mary and Joseph felt holding Jesus in a stable surrounded by big animals, having no soft bed to lay the baby in, or lay on themselves, being drained of energy, and realizing that you have to protect the God of the Universe. You have to support HIS little head. They had to feed, clothe, wash, and keep warm our savior.
That scares me just to think about. If it was me I would be constantly repeating over and over in my head, “Don’t screw up, don’t screw up.” So this Christmas I understand that Jesus did nto just come, but He came humbly, He came weak, He came knowing exactly what it is like to be fragile, breakable, moldable, and yet, He came. I don’t like being any of those things. I refuse to show weakness, but He came in weakness to make us strong.

Why is it that Jesus did everything backwards?