22 Days to Christmas: Creator

One tiny fist stretches high above my newborn grandson’s head. Like a miniature superman ready for take off he poses against the soft blue blanket where he lies. He uncurls his legs, elongating, stiffening, pushing. A yawn as big as a canyon, sweet as a kiss contorts his velvet cheeks. And for his parents, the birth of that little being changes everything.

“All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made.” John 1:3; ESV.

With the Creator’s brushstrokes blue sky appeared, rippling water and a carpet of green. As the last leaf falls and the first snowflake drifts downward, God’s handiwork continues to amaze. The brilliance of creation is as present in our world now as when He first breathed life into man.

“And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.” Luke 2:7; ESV.

Mary and Joseph, inexperienced parents chosen to be prime protagonists in the swirling events of history and eternity, surely gazed at Jesus’ baby hands and feet with wonder. Undoubtedly soft eyelids beckoned a caress and the tender red lips a touch.

And so it was the Creator of the Universe, who spoke the world into being, searched into the eyes of His Created parents from a feeding trough.

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