Gritty Wonder: Christmas Through Fresh Eyesনমুনা

Mary

Perhaps the most astonishing thing about the Nativity, aside from the fact that the Maker squeezed Himself into the frame of those He’d made, is that He did it in such an ordinary way. There’s a real friction to the way it all played out; the mundane got involved with the miraculous, the earthly partnered with the eternal.

Jesus could have drifted down from heaven fully formed and ready to rock the world, He could have ridden here on chariots of fire with thunder and lightning proclaiming His arrival.

But He didn’t.

He was carried for nine months, delivered in a small and overcrowded town, and raised by Mary, His remarkably unremarkable mum (at least, as far as the world was concerned).

There’s a line of her song that hits me hard every time I read it. After staying with her cousin for three months, Mary was going to have to head back to her village, back to her family, back to her fiancé. And she would have to face them all cradling a growing baby bump and offering a pretty far-fetched explanation. I’m sure she braced herself to be called many things – but blessed? That’s her main assumption, seriously?!

She’s human. You can’t tell me she isn't totally terrified, confused, and overwhelmed at what may come her way because of this mysterious pregnancy. And yet, she understands her reality through the lens of a far bigger one. She is able to view her growing stomach as a blessing which has been generations in the making, her morning sickness as evidence of God’s faithfulness, the kicks she feels within as interactions with her awaited Saviour, the scorns from others as the judgements of those who just don’t get it yet.

I know. Her faith blows me away too.

Here’s the thing: we, just like Mary, are wrapped up in something so much bigger than ourselves. We are tasked with making Jesus known here and now, in a hundred different ways, living as evidence of His existence.

I wonder if you would call yourself blessed? After all, you get a front-row seat at what God is doing in your piece of the world in your time. Do you see your day-to-day that way? Your Monday-to-Saturday as filled with gritty wonder? If not, maybe now is a good time to start.

Action

How might you remind yourself to pause and notice the wonder of your everyday? To actively seek out what God is up to in your street, your local supermarket, your office, your daily commute?