Little Lamb

“Look, the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb for a burnt offering?” In response, Abraham prophesied, “My son, God will provide himself a lamb for a burnt offering: so they went both of them together”. Genesis 22:7-8

Travel with me today.  We are standing at the door of a stable, looking in.  We see a young man and woman holding a newborn infant in their arms.  The mood is hushed.  The moment is holy. We enter, are warmly welcomed, and ask the parents, “May I hold him?” 

I have held a lot of newborns, and the experiences have been wonderful.  But they didn’t hold a candle to what it was like when I held my own two children for the first time. 

Jesus is just not Joseph and Mary’s baby.  He’s our baby too.  “Unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given.”  Holding the little Lamb of God is very personal because He is here to forgive our sins and wash away our guilt.  Our fallen nature has eaten away at our psyche until we’re left feeling like a shell of a person.  We are agitated and tormented until we are loved and forgiven.

The hardest things in life are often bittersweet.  Against the backdrop of tragedy, beauty arises out of the ashes.  This is never truer than in the Christmas story.  The manger and the cross are in each other’s shadow, and Mary invites us to ponder the enormity of the implications. 

As we caress God’s Lamb and sing Him lullabies, we rock Holiness.  Not many will behold a nativity scene and stop to worship the Lamb.  That’s because the path is narrow to the foot of the cross.  But if you are on it, I can already hear you singing a lullaby!

My Lamb.  You are no longer vulnerable but sitting on a throne.  Hallelujah. 

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