Dec. 12th, 2011 Unlimited Joy

As my daughter opened birthday gifts
several months ago, a sheet of paper fluttered on the edge of my
sight. All I registered was that there were at least twelve steps and
for a fleeting moment, I questioned my sister’s sanity. What was she
thinking? Why would she give Emma a gift that would be so complicated
to use? I was confused because I know that Jennifer is a thoughtful gift giver and would never give Emma something that would
only frustrate her.

Before I could investigate the
instruction sheet further, Hetti the Hippo exploded into our living
room. Squeals of delight pierced the air as the pop up tent filled
the entire open space. Within seconds, the six foot long hippo was
filled with laughing children.

And then it hit me. The instructions
weren’t for getting the tent open.

They were for cramming it back into the
box.

Ten months later, that crazy hippo is
still living large in Emma’s room.
Even when we moved, we didn’t bother trying to fold her up. (That instruction sheet is long gone!)

I was thinking about this the other day
as I tried—and failed—to get my mind around the idea of God
becoming man. Of the Word made flesh.
Of infinity squeezed into
infancy.

I can’t comprehend how He did it.

It was way more complicated than
getting dear ol’ Hetti back in her box.

No engineer, no physicist, no
biologist, no chemist, no mathematician—no human could have ever
figured it out.

It was a God-sized job.

It required a God-sized idea.

But who could have imagined that a six
pound baby boy could contain—could be—a God-sized miracle.

For thirty-three years, Jesus squished
Himself into humanity.

And after He accomplished what He came
to do, He exploded from His box.

Two thousand years later, He’s still
living large in the heavens.

He was. He is. He always will be.

So as we focus on the babe in a manger,
let’s be sure we don’t try to cram God into a box. He’s not that kind
of God.

He’s the kind of God who limited
Himself so that we could be filled with unlimited Joy.

Psalm 92:4-5 ~ For you, O LORD, have
made me glad by your work; at the work of your hands I sing for joy.
How great are your works, O LORD! Your thoughts are very deep. (ESV)

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4 Comments

  1. Holly says:

    Such a great post! Especially hit home to me because we have 2 of those silly tents that I cannot get folded up to save me! (And I still have the directions – they are useless!)

  2. Love your analogy, Lynn! So visual!

  3. ljnet says:

    I love that thought – "After He accomplished what He came to do, He exploded from his box!"
    Thank you for a vivid reminder that we worship an infinite God.