Now that I have a baby, Christmas takes on a new meaning and it is NOT because of me being a parent. It is because I cannot imagine how hard it must have been for God to be a baby. I cannot wrap my head around the idea of Him breastfeeding, having wonky eyes and burping out milk every so often.
I think stepping down to being human is like me consciously deciding to be a dog. I am sure it is nice to be a dog (especially if you have nice owners who like scratching your ears). However, after being a verbose, freely thinking and communicative human being, it must be hard to suddenly be limited to barking (and doing puppy eyes) when trying to express something.
It must have been so weird to be a toddler and know that you were God. Did Jesus play with other children or was He brooding in the corner thinking? Did He run around the house and bump His head on the wall? What was His first word?
Christmas is becoming more meaningful to me by the minute as I observe our baby be a baby.
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I think as a baby, Jesus did not 'know' that He was the Messiah immediately. He had to undergo stages of babyhood too. :) Funny though if He was already an old soul in an infant's body. That would have been most humbling to say the least. I mean, changing diapers? Or whatever they used then -- lambskin?
As in The Passion of the Christ, the scenes where he was playing around and learning carpentry as a young boy were very touching. I loved thinking about how He was as a child to Mama Mary. Such love and devotion to His Mother. :)
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