When I think about Christmas and the miracle of God arriving as a child, I can’t help but look up at the night sky.
This universe is massive. There are billions of galaxies, and within each one, billions of stars.
It is ever expanding, creation still being created, not a dormant thing. God formed it all, putting into motion processes and cycles-order in the chaos.
And when he inserted himself as a child into his creation, he revealed his true artistry.
Because who, other than an artist would see the importance of showing himself in his work?
It was always God’s intention to be with us, from the first moment of human’s existence to the end of all things. And when whole things became broken, He did what all skilled artists do. He joined us in the chaos.
The miracle of Christmas is that the creator of galaxies and stars and planets and oceans and land and living creatures and you and me, was so moved by love, that he became a baby in a feed trough.
Christmas is a celebration of the story of this daring act of artistry- that The Creator joined with the created and under a star-speckled sky, became God-with-us.