God did something extraordinary.
Stepping from the throne, he removed his robe of light and wrapped himself in skin: pigmented, human skin. The light of the universe entered a dark, wet womb. He whom angels worship nestled himself in the placenta of a peasant, was birthed into a cold night, and then slept on cow’s hay.
Mary didn’t know whether to give him milk or give him praise, but she gave him both since he was, as near as she could figure, hungry and holy.
Joseph didn’t know whether to call him Junior or Father. But in the end he called him Jesus, since that’s what the angel had said and since he didn’t have the faintest idea what to name a God he could cradle in his arms… Max Lucado
The Little Black Purse
My daddy was an alcoholic so home could be unpredictable and depressing and painful. It could also be fun. I never doubted his love but I knew from a small child that I wanted to make different choices for my life and the life of the family I would one day have. Christmas was always good, at least the morning. Later in the day the drinking started and he usually left for a local beer joint. It was like this my entire childhood. I married after the first year of college and moved out. Things were still the same at home and sometimes worse. Then one day I got a call from my daddy and because of the extraordinary thing God did my daddy changed. Drastically changed. And that year for Christmas there was a gift under the tree from my daddy, not my mama and daddy… it was just from my daddy. It was a black macramé clutch purse. While we always got gifts from Santa and from my parents, I had never received a gift that my daddy picked out and bought himself. Why did he buy that gift that year? He had changed and he wanted to do something special for me as a sign of that change. He wanted to be a part of Christmas that year. I don’t have my daddy anymore but I have some special memories and I have that purse that is so small yet represents something so big and wonderful. I still pull it out and use it for special occasions and I always will because it reminds me that anyone can change … my little black purse of sweet memories … because God did something extraordinary.
Seeking after His Heart…