The stage was empty but for two chairs, a manger and a Christmas tree, the fake kind with colored lights and a skinny, metal trunk. My entertainment expectations ran unusually high as I remembered that the actors were barely as old as the baking soda in the back of my fridge; way too old for baking soda, not so old for people.
They filed out onto the stage, looking wide-eyed into the crowd of grown-ups and camera flashes. All the nativity characters were accounted for: a too-tall-for-her-age Mary; a small, red-headed Joseph; a donkey who walked on his hind legs. There were angels and sheep and 3 wise men and an inn keeper (the only one with actual lines). As chaotic as it was, I felt myself relax and watch the story as told through these little ones.
And the tears came as they always do when I watch kids on stage. It doesn’t matter if they’re mine or not, it only matters that they’re small, innocent, and learning. What are they thinking about this whole scene? We’ve heard the story so many times, but they are so new. They don’t have all the details yet, but they don’t seem to doubt that it could all be true.
I watched as the babies retold the coming of a baby. Babies come into the world as little reflecting mirrors of the grown ups around them. The fact that they exist brings out the best and also the worst in us — the round the clock care, the constant dependency and availability. You would think a little baby would give us opportunity to show off how strong and capable we are, how able we are to care for them. They are so small, after all. And we are so big.
As it turns out, babies do the very opposite, revealing our weak, our need, our limited supply. This Emmanuel is no different. He reflects for us our neediness and weakness. And the wonder of the story is that even as he exposes the need, his is the presence that meets it. God with us becomes God in us, and the strength found in weakness becomes living and active and true.
As we sat down after the performance, eating our cookies with red punch, it was announced that Joseph threw up and Mary had a fever and so we decided to carry our wonder safely home. But I did not quickly forget the beauty of weakness as told through the wide-eyed wonder of those four-year-olds. What helps you remember the wonder of God With Us?
by Emily Freeman, Chatting at the Sky
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Holley Gerth says
Emily, I wish I could have come to that play with you! Faith like a child, that’s all we need. Sigh of relief in remembering that’s true, happy smile thinking of you.
Southern Gal says
I experienced a children’s Christmas cantata without seeing it beforehand for the first time this year. Children presenting the gospel with their innocence and freshness. There’s nothing like it. Merry Christmas!
kendal says
Oh, Emily! I love that you make me think and laugh all in the same post.
Nikole Hahn says
The other day a friend made a batch of chocolates–two different kinds! The first was oh so good, and at the crunch of the spiced peanuts smothered in chocolate I went backwards to a period of my childhood. The faint taste reminded me of something good, but I couldn’t catch the memory. It was elusive, but it reminded me that in all the bad God brought good stuff to my life.
Great blog…as usual.
Scooper says
This is precious and true. I’ve never considered the irony of babies, how they bring out both wide-eyed wonder and utter helplessness in us. Your reflection here adds yet another wonderful dimension to Jesus as a baby and yet the Savior. How very awesome of God to rescue us with a baby. Thanks for sharing such beautiful wisdom with us, Emily. I hope you and yours enjoy a Christmas full of wonder and grace.
amy says
Emily, FIVE children threw up at the girls Christmas performance. FIVE. It was a chain reaction, just like the movies!
I Live in an Antbed says
God with us: the Holy Spirit still teaching me how to love my husband, mother my children, reach out to others.
adornedlife says
“the beauty of weakness”… amen. i am continuing to learn though this year that without the ACHE we don’t have the HOPE of what it to come. Looking eagerly for the 2nd Advent.
Laura says
Fabulous. Thank you. 🙂
Craig says
That babies reveal our weaknesses, as this Christmas baby does too. That is said in a way I’ve never heard, and I’ve been on this earth a good long while.
And your question Emily?
Amid the commotion, of full houses, or stores, or hearts, it’s been the silent times, by a Christmas tree at night all lights off, or outside a house all lit up all in blue lights, times that bring reflection and a glow on the inside that lingers when all the noise inevitably makes its way back. That’s what helps me remember.
…and poor Joseph and Mary…
Merry Christmas to you and yours
Caroline says
So beautiful. This line is so important: “They don’t have all the details yet, but they don’t seem to doubt that it could all be true.”
I think of this verse: “People were also bringing babies to Jesus for him to place his hands on them. When the disciples saw this, they rebuked them. But Jesus called the children to him and said, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.'” – Luke 18:15-17
I love this: “God with us becomes God in us, and the strength found in weakness becomes living and active and true.” Beautiful post! Thank you for sharing!
Jodi Plum says
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWJZgkr640s
A preschool nativity video…done for our Christmas eve service…so cute, so innocent and just plain truth.
Jill says
Emily, your words so greatly touched my heart. This Christmas, I am a new aunt to a little girl I love so much. Your words about babies and “God with us” so greatly touched my heart. Thank you, and Merry Christmas!!!
Richella @ Imparting Grace says
Oh, to be a little one has never yet doubted that “it could all be true.” That’s the essence of childhood innocence, isn’t it? We all admire it; we all, in some way, wish we could have it for ourselves.
Deliciously ironic, really, that the mighty Savior came to earth as a helpless babe–and He alone can restore our innocence. We are made as clean as the little ones, and once again we believe that it could all be true, because the God with us who has become God in us has wiped away our tears and opened our eyes again. Thank God for that.
And thank God for you, Emily–for your reflections that always help my soul to breathe and my mind to focus on what is true. I appreciate you!
Kelly Sauer says
Sigh… beautiful.
Robin ~ PENSIEVE says
“God with us becomes God in us, and the strength found in weakness becomes living and active and true.”
Succinctly put and so beautifully. I love to read your words.
xo
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