We sing “silent night” but I’ll bet you that night was anything but silent. That Christmas night, a storm came rolling in. That Christmas night, heaven touched earth and the world was forever changed.
Jesus cried.
Jesus, in that dirty, dark manger cried. Mary bled. She screamed in pain and cried as she looked into the eyes of her newborn son: her savior. The one she had just given birth to, who dreamed her up an eternity ago.
Jesus cried.
He embraced our world. Our humanity. Our sin and our brokenness and our imperfections. He embraced our flesh and he became man. For us. But first, before he turned water to wine, before the cross, before the stone was rolled away, God became baby. Wrinkly, bloody, naked, crying baby. Weak, helpless, human baby.
Our savior was born and slept in a manger and the ground shook the night that baby cried.
