The concept was unbelievable. A timeless, omnipotent, powerful, holy God chose to confine Himself to live life as a human being. It was called an incarnation. 

God speaks, and planets appear out of nowhere. God pushes galaxies around with the tip of His finger. He breathes over a dead Earth, and everything brown turns to green. So, could this God cause Himself to grow inside a virgin’s womb and emerge, not only as the image of God, but God Himself?  Well, He did just that and this is what got Him crucified. 

The wonder of this historical narrative continues to play out. I have not only been made in God’s image, but I am also a container in whom the Spirit of God lives. All that power, wisdom, creativity, peace, and holiness lives in my spirit. Can others see evidence of that? Is His glory palpable? Am I bold enough, when prompted, to call upon the surpassing power of His greatness to work through me? Perhaps I am shy of it because I have forgotten that I can be, and am created to be, possessed by Spirit. 

Just as the god of this world possesses a demoniac, I am to be overtaken by the Spirit of God. Like Jesus, my works of faith will be both glorious and controversial.

Help me fully understand what Your incarnation means for me personally. It’s so loaded with implications I’ve not yet grasped. Amen