December 3, 2013 39 Comments
No one knows when He will arrive or how.
Probably when the Romans finally invent flying chariots, many think. But not in my lifetime.
But she knows. That girl pressing her hand to her tummy when no one’s looking. What’s going through her head? Has she grown a little pompous because God parted eternity and singled her – HER! – out? Does she ever think this may be some cosmic prank, so she remains humble, her head bowed below the crowds, ducking behind her neighbors?
She feels Him kick. Her heart stops, but His keeps beating for her. This is no joke. This is the real deal.
Yes, God singled her out – a daughter of Eve, the crown jewel of all creation – for a job infinitely more important than ruling Israel and Judah from a throne of which it took 41 men, and all of them messed it up in one way or another.
But God administered His most important, fragile, eternally-dependant act to a woman – no, a girl. To carry His precious Son among a land of disease, hatred, sexism, and self-appointed judges – men eager to sling their rocks of judgment at any whom they – THEY – deem unworthy.
But God’s great gift to those unworthy judges was knitted delicately in the womb of a girl who lived among the darkest spirits of the unseen world, scratching and clawing their way wildly around the earth, seeking to devour the promised One they knew was coming.
God chose not a man armed with metal and blades. He chose not a ruler with influence and power.
He chose not a man, but a woman. A girl.
A girl who otherwise would have been forgotten to history as not even a name or a thought, not even a mention or a memory.
A girl who chose to say Yes to a God who said You.
Had she said no, God would have found another. But I can assure you, He would have found another woman, another girl.