A King Without A Country
I’ve got an idea.
You know how wrecked this world is…I mean,
the poor are oppressed
the government is always shaking us down for more money
the sincerity and good intentions of church leadership is often questionable
people in power are so mixed up with their egos,
they wouldn’t welcome a pure idea if they saw one
law enforcement can be hurtful to the ones they should be helping
there is so much division between people groups,
they often won’t even cross the street to help one another
religious people are stuck up and bigoted
children die every day because food and clean water and simple meds
couldn’t/wouldn’t get to them in time….
Dear GOD. We need help.
Can’t you send somebody to fix this mess?
You know, somebody powerful who will
clean up the government
be wise counsel and develop programs and systems
that work to lift people up and out of their desperate state
be mighty to protect but never oppress
care like a father and make provision for all the little ones
who have no voice
show and lead the way to peace that stays
funny, isn’t it? The cries and pleas of the people over 2,000 years ago
sound so very familiar.
But GOD.
He doesn’t have ideas like we do.
He doesn’t fix things as we would.
Think about it.
If we were elected to a special committee to welcome THE SAVIOR OF ALL
chances are none of us would offer this idea:
a baby
an unwed, uneducated mother with very limited resources
a fiancé who could’ve killed her
all of the persons above with zero prior experience
no government backing
no social services
no medical intervention
no midwife, no doula
hey, let’s send them far away from all their familial support
let’s not make any hotel reservations, either
no banquets
no carriage rides
no honor from the political powers
let’s not give them any human help at all
they could stay with the animals
his tiny little tender head could rest on some fresh hay in a feeding trough
the welcoming committee will be the uncultured, uneducated, unshowered,
unsheltered guys over in that field….and their smelly sheep.
What kind of idea is that?!
I love Christmas. I love the whole story. I love this King without a country who at every turn in his solitary life was met with misunderstanding and questioning.
Christmas reminds me to steady the course of the downward climb.
Christmas reminds me that a human’s best ideas and schemes and designs are utter foolishness to GOD.
Christmas reminds me that Jesus the Savior and coming King has zero interest in fame and recognition and accolades.
I love that Jesus…with my all of everything. Wherever he’s going, I’m with him.
“the government will be on his shoulders.
He will be called
Wonderful Counselor
Mighty GOD
Everlasting Father
Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9)
We still need that Savior, friend. Lift up your heads. GOD is with us.
- Rebecca Sparks
