December 1—A Personal Story: The Parable of the Sew-er

When I was a boy, I’d watch my mother sewing clothing for us. She’d pick up a pattern from the fabric store, along with cloth and thread and buttons and zippers. She’d spread the cloth out on my sister’s bed because she didn’t have a sewing room, and with straight pins attached the pieces of the pattern to the fabric. With attention to detail, she’d cut pieces out and stack them on the side of the sewing machine; and then she’d go make supper. And there the pieces would wait, sometimes for weeks or months until she decided to circle around and start putting the project together.

To my eye it was just a stack of unassorted scraps. Long rectangles that might be sleeves or pantlegs. There were small pieces that might become pockets or collars or cuffs or just leftover bits that would eventually end up in scrap pile to be repurposed in some other project, but who could tell?  They were abstract and inscrutable. How do these scraps fit together?

It’s a parable for many of our experiences in life. We experience pain and loss, and wonder how that fits into God’s plan for our lives. We take detours in life that start out exciting but end at a dead end. So many stories are held in suspension, and we ponder,  “How God is going to pull it all together?”

That’s part of the wonder of the Christmas story for me. Emerging from the broken fragments of the stories of Israel and the Jews—emerging from the broken fragments of the human experience—Jesus is born when so many hopes and dreams were held in suspense. There were things spoken by prophets who probably didn’t understand how a future Messiah would bring new life to almost-forgotten words. Even the characters of the Christmas story have disconnected storylines that seem to be pulling away toward the horizon with the tide of time; why do foreign astrologers show up to worship a Jewish baby? Where did they come and where did they go? But in the advent of Jesus Christ among us, the God who is hidden and manifest in all these stories, like a skilled quilter, takes these scraps of human experience and joins them into something beautiful.

While many think of the season of Advent as a season of Christmas parties and celebrations, if you’re not familiar, the Advent is a season of prayer and personal reflection. These weeks are not simply intended to prepare us for joyful Christmas Day, they’re intended to prepare us for the coming of Christ into our lives every day! This Advent, we’ll explore many of those fragmented stories like Elizabeth and Zechariah’s story—they had waited for years for a child and had given up hope. And Joseph—when he proposed marriage to Mary, I’m sure he had no idea the bumpy ride that was in store for him. But God masterfully took the fragments of these lives and wove or quilted or sewed them together into the beautiful story that is the Christmas story.

What are some of the scraps of your life story that you’re still trying to fit? Events that are misshapen or out of the ordinary? Experiences that seem to lie to the side, unused or even unusable? As you begin this Advent journey, pray that perhaps God will reveal some deeper connection.

December 2—A Story from the Old Testament: Heads and Heels

The Lord God said… “I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; he will strike your head, and you will strike his heel.” Genesis 3:15

Growing up I always felt a little self-conscious about my sister Sherry, who is deaf, and who lived at home with me and my parents. When friends came over, I tried to keep our interactions separate. Sometimes it was difficult to communicate with her, she didn’t get my sense of humor, and sometimes she had some annoying traits. We lived in the same house, but, reflecting back, a lot of the time I think we more or less just walked around each other. For years I wondered what that story was about, until I became a pastor and realized what I had missed: for all the ways that her disability set her apart, I was the one who was broken and imperfect.  I had a lot to learn about the importance of love and acceptance of everyone. It was an uncomfortable and irreconcilable scrap of a story until I was convicted of how I had failed and sinned, but it was also a path toward redemption as I learned from my error and grew as a person.

In the opening chapters of Genesis there’s a passing prophecy that no one in Scripture seems to have picked up on. In Genesis 3, the man and woman had just sinned, tempted by the serpent, and while serpent is receiving his comeuppance from God, the Lord slips in a line about Eve’s offspring “crushing the serpent’s head” as the serpent strikes her offspring’s heel. A line that had been there from the beginning. A line that even the writers of the New Testament seem to have overlooked. But it caught the attention of some second century Christians who saw that this was more than an offhand remark of the animosity between humans and snakes—for Christians this was a prophecy that one day the Messiah would crush the head of Satan. It took a long time to realize what that strange story was about, but the path of redemption was already hinted.

It was just a scrap of a sad story, hidden in plain sight, but in Christ that scrap has been sewn together into the beautiful fabric of the Gospel story. God asks us to listen closely and pay attention, even to things that don’t seem to fit. In God’s genius, there might be a stunning revelation waiting just under the surface.

Dec. 3—A Christmas Hymn: “O Little Town of Bethlehem”

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight

There are a number of inaccuracies in many of our favorite Christmas hymns. “Away in a Manger” says that the mooing of the cows awakened the newborn babe, but “Little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.” I feel confident that cows awakening a newborn would have resulted in plenty of breathy newborn cries.

And the song “Little Drummer Boy”, as sweet and sentimental as it is, if a snare drummer had shown up that first night and started tapping out a drum solo, I’m sure that Mary would have gone into conniptions barking at the young percussionist to cut it out.

But there’s something genuine with “O Little Town of Bethlehem.” The town is quietly sleeping while the savior of the world slips in unnoticed. To me, that rings true. The ruler and creator of all creation came into this world in a small village without fanfare or a large retinue, yet “the hope and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.”

The hopes and fears of all the years; that’s a rich line. All the hopes and fears of Israel and the Jewish people; all the hopes and fears of that small village; all the hopes and fears of my small city; all the hopes and fears of humanity; all of them are met in Jesus.

How has Jesus met you in your hopes and fears? What hopes and fears are you still waiting upon?

Dec. 4—A Christmas Prayer

Lord, in this holy season of prayer and song and laughter, we praise you for the great wonders you have sent us: for shining star and angel's song, for infant's cry in lowly manger. We praise you for the Word made flesh in a little Child. We behold his glory and are bathed in its radiance.

Be with us as we sing the ironies of Christmas, the incomprehensible comprehended, the poetry made hard fact, the helpless Babe who cracks the world asunder. We kneel before you with the shepherds, innkeeper and wise men. Help us to rise bigger than we are. Amen.

Dec. 5—A Prophecy of the Messiah: The Suffering Servant

“Like a sheep he was led to the slaughter,

And like a lamb silent before its shearer,

So he does not open his mouth.

In his humiliation justice was denied him.

Who can describe his generation?

For his life is taken away from the earth.” Isaiah 53:7-8

In the book of Acts, chapter 8, the Ethiopian Eunuch is bumping along in a chariot, reading the passage from Isaiah above, probably for the first time, completely befuddled by what he’s reading.  “About whom, may I ask you, does the prophet say this, about himself or about someone else?” the Eunuch asks of Stephen, one of the first Christian evangelists, who was riding in the chariot with him. I’m sure the Eunuch wasn’t the only one who stumbled through this passage of Isaiah. We sense there’s a meaningful story behind it, but how do injustice and humiliation connect with God’s plan to bring redemption to the world?

I wonder if the Eunuch felt some personal connection with that Scripture? I’m sure he knew what humiliation and denial of justice felt like. Because of his physical condition the Eunuch would have been treated as a social pariah in Jerusalem. Though traveling a thousand miles in pilgrimage from Ethiopia to Jerusalem like any other faithful and dedicated Jew might do, the Eunuch’s entry into the Temple in Jerusalem would have been strictly forbidden! The Scriptures are clear that any physical defect such as the Eunuch’s made him not only unclean, but an outright abomination. I’m sure the Eunuch’s experience in Jerusalem was just one more misshapen fragment in a lifetime of micro-aggressions and outright humiliations.

But Stephen replied with the good news. This was a prophecy about Jesus, God’s Son, who came to give his life that everyone might be a child of God. Jesus was the lamb who suffered and died for us. Jesus is the suffering servant of Isaiah, the one who gave his life for everyone, even for the Eunuch. Though some prefer to marginalize the Eunuch, God does not. There is nothing to prevent the Eunuch from being baptized and fully welcomed among God’s people! As the puzzle piece of the suffering servant fell into place in God’s design, so the Eunuch’s fragmented life fell into place too.

For the early Christians, it was the Holy Spirit that helped open their eyes and hearts to see and read the Scriptures, and the world, with new light and insight. And it is still the Holy Spirit that guides our hearts and minds today as we read the Bible, as we read our lives, and as we read the world around us. Say a prayer that the Holy Spirit will guide you to see the deeper connections in God’s word and in your life.

Dec. 6—From the Gospels: Christmas with Matthew’s Family

An account of the genealogy of Jesus the Messiah, the son of David, the son of Abraham.

Abraham was the father of Isaac, and Isaac the father of Jacob, and Jacob the father of Judah and his brothers, and Judah the father of Perez and Zerah by Tamar, and Perez the father of Hezron, and Hezron the father of Aram, and Aram the father of Aminadab, and Aminadab the father of Nahshon, and Nahshon the father of Salmon, and Salmon the father of Boaz by Rahab, and Boaz the father of Obed by Ruth, and Obed the father of Jesse, and Jesse the father of King David. And David was the father of Solomon by the wife of Uriah…Matthew 1:1-6

Matthew’s Christmas story begins with an important reminder that this is, fundamentally, family story. It’s a genealogical list, 42 generations long; one of those long catalogs of names of people, many of whom we don’t know, but many about whom we do know something.

It’s often been pointed out that in all the “begetting” that’s going on, Matthew lists, almost exclusively, men as the “begatters”. Everyone knows that women are a key part of that whole “begetting” thing. Also, it’s been pointed out that when Matthew refers to a woman in Jesus’ lineage, he’s rather selective.  We all know that Abraham’s wife, Sarah, was a part of that lineage, but her name isn’t mentioned.  And Jacob married two women, Leah and Rachel, but neither of them are mentioned. However, Judah, the son of Jacob, had a tryst with his daughter-in-law Tamar; she got pregnant and of course they were never married. Curiously, despite the scandal of it all, Tamar made Matthew’s list. Rahab, a prostitute who lived in Jericho, is mentioned the lineage. And so is Ruth who clearly used her feminine wiles to seduce her future husband Boaz. And finally, there’s Bathsheba who is referred to as “the wife of Uriah”—that whole story is quite indelicate and scandalous. If you’re keeping score, the only four women named in the lineage of Jesus all have some shadowy stories in their life.

I guess all that’s to say, Matthew reminds us that Jesus was born to a very human and imperfect family. Even in the 21^st century it’s not uncommon to hear concerns that so-and-so has been involved in something shameful, and it’s brought shame and scandal to themselves, to their families, to their entire network of relationships. People scoff and shake their heads and wonder how anything good could ever come of that family after that happened. The story of Jesus’ family reminds us that nothing and no one is beyond God’s redemption. Even situations that seemed destined for apocalyptic collapse might find God can resurrect new possibilities out of the ashes. Even in your imperfect and human family, Christmas means God is at work, redeeming your family story too.

December 7—From Paul’s Letters: A Life Razed and Redeemed

I am grateful to Christ Jesus our Lord, who has strengthened me, because he considered me faithful and appointed me to his service, even though I was formerly a blasphemer, a persecutor, and a man of violence. But I received mercy because I had acted ignorantly in unbelief, and the grace of our Lord overflowed for me with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus. The saying is sure and worthy of full acceptance: that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the foremost. But for that very reason I received mercy, so that in me, as the foremost, Jesus Christ might display the utmost patience as an example to those who would come to believe in him for eternal life. To the King of the ages, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen. 1 Timothy 1:12-17

The Apostle Paul was “on the way” when he found Jesus, or Jesus found him.  Paul was on his way to Damascus to raise Cain with the Christians there. Here’s a hint to all young people on choices of profession: if you’re ever looking for a good career choice in life, find a bunch of people who can be labeled and scapegoated, and then start doing everything you can to marginalize and persecute them—people will pay you good money to watch you work. Paul wasn’t just on his way to Damascus to cause trouble; he was on his way in life. He was head and shoulders above his peers with an unimpeachable reputation. He had a clear target to aim for in trying to marginalize and dismantle the Christian faith, and he had the support of those in power.

And with a bolt of lightning, a voice from the skies, Paul saw himself for who he really was: “a blasphemer, a persecutor, a man of violence”, and the “foremost of sinners”. He had the adulation of everyone; everyone except the One who really mattered.

Paul, who was a tentmaker by trade, had been crafting his life as a seamless piece of canvas, but God tore it apart and then sewed it back together. The foremost of sinners became the foremost evangelist. Moving forward from his conversion, many looked at Paul’s life as a shredded mess, but Paul saw the beauty of God’s grace and mercy, mending and redeeming and making him whole again.

This story is repeated countless times in the Scriptures. Jacob’s life fell apart several times, and God was faithful to redeem him and transform him into a new man named Israel. David’s life was a series of interruptions, failures and undeserved grace.

According to the Christmas stories of Matthew and Luke, Jesus came into the world knowing that he was and would be recognized as ruler of all creation. I’m sure the things about Jesus’ glory that the angel and Elizabeth and Simeon and Anna told Mary were repeated to Jesus as he grew up. But the path to recognition of ruler of all creation led him first to the shame and defeat of the cross. Jesus’ life was razed before he was raised!

Has your life, or the life of someone else you know, fallen apart? We can trust that God is crafting a story of redemption, given time and faith. Let us humbly cry out with Paul:  To the King of the ages, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen!

December 8—A Personal Story: Unfulfilled Dreams

I sometimes think about my younger days and what I wanted to grow up to be. In the early 1970’s astronauts were the nation’s biggest heroes for their physical endurance, scientific intelligence and cat-like reflexes. Nowadays, with the commercialization of space travel, it seems that all you need is a lot of money to pay Jeff Bezos or Elon Musk to become an astronaut.

I was in 4H and picked up a camera as a project area, and I even learned my way around a photo darkroom; in my early teen years I imagined one day I might be a photographer. A couple years later I picked up a guitar and dreamed of becoming a popular music star. Nearing the end of high school, I took a tour of an electrical plant with a friend’s dad and thought about becoming an electrical engineer. So many directions I might have taken, but none of them ever saw the light of day beyond a hobbyist. So many dreams unfulfilled.

I’m sure there are a few people out there that knew what they wanted from the beginning, pursued that dream from the word go, and now they’re living the dream. Most of us mortals must run into any number of dead ends and wrong direction signs until, with some divine intervention, we find our way. 

And at the heart of the Christmas story, there are many dead ends and wrong directions and unfulfilled dreams that it’s hard to list them all. Behind the Christmas story there was the dream of a descendant of David who would always rule over God’s people. There was the dream of freedom from outside oppression. There was the dream of living at peace in the land of the Lord’s promising. And each of the characters of the Christmas story, such as Mary and Joseph, Zechariah and Elizabeth, Anna and Simeon, I’m sure, had their own dreams as well; so many that were unfulfilled, waiting on the Messiah to come.

The threads of all these stories had come unraveled, and so many waited quietly, looking at the pieces, wondering what they would become. How will God bring all these together? And how will God bring my unfulfilled dreams together?

December 9—A Story from the Gospels: How Can I Know?

But the angel said to him, “Do not be afraid, Zechariah, for your prayer has been heard. Your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you will name him John. You will have joy and gladness, and many will rejoice at his birth, for he will be great in the sight of the Lord. He must never drink wine or strong drink; even before his birth he will be filled with the Holy Spirit. He will turn many of the people of Israel to the Lord their God. With the spirit and power of Elijah he will go before him, to turn the hearts of parents to their children and the disobedient to the wisdom of the righteous, to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.” 

Zechariah said to the angel, “But I am an old man, and my wife is getting on in years. How can I know that this will happen?” Luke 1:13-18

Having presided over a number of weddings and met with numerous brides and grooms before the blessed event, one of the expectations that many couples bring to the wedding day is the expectation of one day becoming parents. And for the women and men of the first century, this expectation was white hot. For Elizabeth and Zechariah, the unfulfilled dream of being childless deep into adulthood was a private humiliation and public shame.

But at a certain point, I think many people settle into disappointed expectations; maybe a career path that didn’t pan out. Or a personal flaw that always gets us into trouble. Or a failed relationship. Or someone else’s expectation of us that we just can’t live up to. Over time we just give up on hopes. A couple of decades into the childless marriage and Zechariah seems resigned to the situation: there’s not going to be any heir to his name.

I have no secret insight into how God is involved in whether or not a couple will be able to bear children, but in the longer view of God’s plan, there was a child that God was sending to Zechariah and Elizabeth. We expect that Zechariah would be over the moon at hearing this news, but rather than a joyous outburst, he sounds puzzled and doubtful. “How can I know this will happen?” he asks.

I also have no secret insight into how God is involved in resolving our unfulfilled dreams; but I know with God all things are possible, despite our disbelief and settled expectations. 

As the Apostle Paul says, “no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the human heart conceived, what God has prepared for those who love him.” 

December 10—A Christmas Hymn: Come, O Long-Expected Jesus

Come, O Long-expected Jesus,
born to set thy people free;
from our fears and sins release us,
let us find our rest in thee.
Israel's strength and consolation,
hope of all the earth thou art;
dear desire of every nation,
joy of every longing heart.  By Charles Wesley

Expecting the birth of a child is no time to relax. When my wife and I found out that we had a baby on the way, our worlds became very busy and involved. There were doctors’ appointments and insurance forms to fill out. Our two-bedroom condo had to be reconfigured for a nursery. We had to research daycare options and develop a strategy for how we could both work during the day. We had to change our eating habits as pregnancy reconfigured what foods Kori found appetizing. Waiting and expectation are active and busy verbs.

The birth of Jesus wasn’t just an accident in time; as Charles Wesley, the writer of this hymn, penned it, his birth was long-expected. That expectation was based on a number of vexing problems and unanswered questions. This birth brings freedom of his people, release from fear and sin, consolation for Israel, hope of the earth, the desire of every nation and joy for every heart.

But as much as Jesus was the solution to so many questions, we remember that God’s people didn’t wait passively—they were active in their expectation. The prophets Anna and Simeon were in the Temple each day praying for the Messiah to come. Joseph’s life was completely turned upside down, but his willingness to endure those trials seems to have come from his sense of righteousness.

There is a part of the Christmas story that is completely out-of-the-blue. There was nothing that we could do to deserve or force God’s hand into sending the Messiah. But God also partners with humans to bring about a better world. All the characters that surround the Christ child are actively responding to God’s mercy already given, and the hope for God’s preferred future. May our waiting for the Lord to finally come and repair our broken work be filled with the same fervent and faithful expectation.

December 11—A Christmas Prayer: “The Work of Christmas”, Howard Thurman

When the song of the angels is stilled, 

When the star in the sky is gone, 

When the kings and princes are home, 

When the shepherds are back with their flock, 

The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among others,
To make music in the heart. 

December 12—A Prophecy of the Messiah: Reversing Course

But you, O Bethlehem of Ephrathah,

    who are one of the little clans of Judah,

from you shall come forth for me

    one who is to rule in Israel,

whose origin is from of old,

    from ancient days.

Therefore he shall give them up until the time

    when she who is in labor has brought forth;

then the rest of his kindred shall return

    to the people of Israel.

And he shall stand and feed his flock in the strength of the Lord,

    in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God.

And they shall live secure, for now he shall be great

    to the ends of the earth,

and he shall be the one of peace. Micah 5:2-5

When the Wise Men (also called the Magi, Three Kings, etc.) show up in Jerusalem to find the newborn King of the Jews, they find they’re in the wrong place. They go to Jerusalem searching in a place of power, a place where stories of glory and command had been forged. Mixed in with those stories of incredible success, Jerusalem had seen the meteoric rise and scandalous fall of many kings and rulers and authorities. This is where David murdered Uriah, Bathsheba’s husband, eventually triggering a failed coup by David’s son Absalom. This is where Solomon amassed his wealth and polluted his people with his idolatries. This is where the Maccabees revolted against the Seleucids and established, what many Jews hoped, would be an enduring self-rule, but it collapsed into civil war.

And when the Magi arrive in that tumultuous city, Herod, the current denizen of Jewish kingship in Jerusalem, is certainly a little rattled to hear that a rival might have been born right under his nose. The power of Jerusalem is fickle and fragile and tooth-and-nail. So Herod calls upon biblical scholars to find out where, according to the Scriptures, the Messiah is to be born. Unrolling their scrolls, the scholars find an obscure passage in the obscure prophetic book of Micah—a passing reference to a future ruler of Israel born in the village of Bethlehem; a day’s walk due south of Jerusalem, but geographically the other side of the world from anything resembling power and glory. Stopping at verse 2, question answered, the scholars roll up their scrolls and go on about their day.

Herod sends the Magi to Bethlehem and commands them to return to Jerusalem and report what they find, and I’m sure the foreign dignitaries paid attention to Herod’s command; they are traveling in foreign territory without protection.

Reading onward, we realize Micah wasn’t finished speaking about that future ruler. Unlike other Jerusalem kings who abused their power, this future ruler will gather God’s people and will lead them as a gentle shepherd; he will bring security, world renown and peace. For Jewish people who had been broken and mistreated time and again, this was the wholeness for their fragmented world. The overlooked scrap of scripture is central to the identity of Jesus!

Our world gravitates toward rulers who wield power forcefully and convey might, but the ruler that God sends is unlike any powerful leaders I can think of, precisely because Jesus turns the culture of human power upside down. Perhaps if Herod read onward in Micah, he might have had some deeper insight about how God’s preferred ruler uses power to protect God’s people, not jealously protect his own blood-thirsty power; maybe Herod would have second thoughts about sending his soldiers into Bethlehem to slaughter innocent children (but somehow I doubt it). 

The Magi made that day’s walk to Bethlehem and find the child Jesus and paid him homage with their gifts. And rather than returning north to Jerusalem to make their report to the murderous King Herod, they headed due east and disappeared into the sands of time. Though they were not Jewish and likely knew little of the Scriptures, I wonder if they read onward and realized that Jesus was one who would bring peace, and that peace needed to be protected even if it meant a risk to themselves to disobey Herod.

Let us seek God’s style of leadership as we negotiate human power in our lives.

Dec. 13—A Story from the New Testament: The World in Fragments, Splinters and Shards

When Herod saw that he had been tricked by the Magi, he was infuriated, and he sent and killed all the children in and around Bethlehem who were two years old or under, according to the time that he had learned from the magi. Then what had been spoken through the prophet Jeremiah was fulfilled:

“A voice was heard in Ramah,

    wailing and loud lamentation,

Rachel weeping for her children;

    she refused to be consoled, because they are no more.” Matthew 2:16-18

I’m sure you would have preferred for me to leave this out of a Christmas devotional. We like Christmas devotionals to be light and airy and convey seasonal messages of cheer and goodwill. And I’m right there with you; I try to take a Sunday or two off after Christmas Day so I can avoid having to preach this passage which sometimes falls right after the Christmas celebration as we’re looking forward to the celebration of Epiphany.

But Matthew takes us to that dark place of the wailing of mothers in the streets of Bethlehem, inconsolable as they grieve over their toddlers and newborns. A dark place still unfortunately present with us today in that part of the world.

There are a lot of story fragments from the scriptures that I just can’t make work or fit. Couldn’t God have stopped Cain from killing his little brother Abel? How many innocent children were killed in Noah’s  flood?  How many Egyptian mothers wept over their innocent first-born children? And why did God ask Abraham to sacrifice his son Isaac—thanks be to God that the ram was offered, but still, why? And couldn’t God have stopped Herod from doing what he did? I just can make that story fragment fit well.

Unfortunately, this isn’t just a problem in the Bible. Current estimates are that 870,000 children under the age of five die in war and conflict zones around the world every year. Most of these deaths entirely preventable if it were not for human violence, greed and aggression.

As idealized as the Christmas season is, we’re reminded that Jesus came into the world as it really is, not how we might want it to be. Along with stories of angels and prophets, I’m sure Jesus also heard the story of what Herod did. Jesus’ pockets were filled with scraps of stories that must have mystified him. But he didn’t just toss them on the ground and walk away—I’m sure he carried these stories with him as began his ministry of redemption. I’m glad Jesus doesn’t walk away from the fragments of my life either.

Dec. 14—From Paul’s Letters: The Four-Dimensional Love of God

For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth takes its name. I pray that, according to the riches of his glory, he may grant that you may be strengthened in your inner being with power through his Spirit and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith, as you are being rooted and grounded in love. I pray that you may have the power to comprehend, with all the saints, what is the breadth and length and height and depth and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.

Now to him who by the power at work within us is able to accomplish abundantly far more than all we can ask or imagine, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen. Ephesians 3:14-20

Despite everything that’s gone wrong in the human story, God continues to pour love upon us. More than that, God doesn’t simply save us, God strengthens us with power through the Spirit. Who is this God that stops and nothing for our benefit?

There’s a funny error, or perhaps an intentional error, in this famous passage from the Apostle Paul. As he’s reflecting on the incomprehensible love of Christ, trying to inflate the limitations of human language to somehow encompass an indescribable passion that Jesus has for us, Paul prays that we have power to understand the breadth and length and height and depth of Christ’s love. Most of the time we move in three dimensions—up and down, left and right, front and back—Paul squeezes in a fourth dimension because that love is scaled much larger than what we can ask or imagine.

That is near the heart of the Christmas story—God’s love was so immeasurably great that nothing is withheld, not even God’s only Son. New, unimagined dimensions of love are created for us! May that love be what fills us in this festival season!