Then the littlest ones did a rendition of the nativity story and, though none of those children were "mine," their performance is the one that stirred my heart deeply.
A little angel came out and placed chubby hands on Mary's head and proclaimed in clear tones that a miracle was on it's way...
There's a miracle on its way, under way, in our hearts. A holy thing, born of His Spirit...
Mary plopped on her donkey who wobbled, but managed to hold up valiantly though his ears slid around until they were both on one side. Toothless shepherds gasped at the sight of the angels shouting, "Glory". Wisemen stumbled and all but tumbled as they brought their gifts. Joseph stood by watching with all the gravity of one entrusted with a miraculous responsibility. Together they lisped, "Happy birthday, dear Jesus!"
I chuckled at the same time as I was choking on a lump in my throat. Glory shone through it all. This is the place where His glory shines--among the humble, toothless, stumbling, wobbly ones who unashamedly proclaim that, "Love has come!"
How is it that He sees fit to place the miracle of His Spirit in our lives, we who are so un-glorious? What an incredible grace that He bestows His glory on us!
...God in his wisdom saw to it that the world would
never know him through human wisdom...
Christ is the power of God and the wisdom of God.
This foolish plan of God is wiser than the wisest of human plans,
and God's weakness is stronger than the greatest of human strength.
1 Corinthians 1:21, 24b&25