Sunday, December 28, 2008

SWEET?


That’s the inside of my fridge you’re looking at. Yup! My treasure chest of goodies that represent this season, at least gastronomically.

At each of the innumerable parties I’ve been attending this Christmas, my contribution has been … dessert! Invariably there is a plethora of food at these affairs and I—blessed be me!—I’m left with a considerable portion of my offering to take back home. To be honest, I am thrilled to return with these calorific goodies. I could live on them. In fact, for the next several weeks, I will!

Sweet!

(Note to self: Self, take an extra cholesterol pill everyday for the next month.)

Anyhow, as I was saying, this is the season for sweet stuff. Not the least of which is the Christmas-card Jesus, the sweet baby Jesus!

Silent night, holy night,
Round yon virgin mother and child,
Holy infant, so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace!


And …

Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head.

And one of my favorites—a German chorale harmonized by Bach:

O Jesulein süß! O Jesulein mild!
(O Jesus, so sweet! O Jesus, so mild!)


Jesus—all sweet and tender and mild. Clean and cute and cuddly. Cooing, gurgling, smiling. Hush, you cows, quit your lowing, lest “the poor Baby wakes!”

Who doesn’t love babies? Decidedly a more palatable picture of Jesus than what the Bible portrays. Take John’s description, in Revelation, for instance ….

I saw one like a son of man,
clothed in a robe reaching to the feet,
and girded across His chest
with a golden sash.
His head and His hair were
white like white wool, like snow;
and His eyes were like a flame of fire.
His feet were like burnished bronze,
when it has been made
to glow in a furnace,
and His voice was like
the sound of many waters.
In His right hand He held seven stars,
and out of His mouth
came a sharp two-edged sword;
and His face was like
the sun shining in its strength.
When I saw Him, I fell at His feet
like a dead man.
And He placed His right hand on me,
saying, "Do not be afraid;
I am the first and the last,
and the living One ….
Revelation 1:13–18

The Second Person of the Trinity. Fully human and fully God. I am thankful He came as a baby. But let’s not forget: Jesus Christ is not a helpless, harmless, heart-warming, pleasure-giving, sugary, savory, make-me-feel-good, keep-me-all-safe kinda God who makes no demand and seeks no commitment.

Here’s John, again, at the end of the same Book …

And I saw heaven opened,
and behold, a white horse,
and He who sat on it
is called Faithful and True,
and in righteousness
He judges and wages war.
His eyes are a flame of fire,
and on His head are many diadems; ….
He is clothed with a robe dipped in blood,
and His name is called The Word of God.
From His mouth comes a sharp sword,
so that with it He may
strike down the nations,
and He will rule them with a rod of iron;
and He treads the wine press
of the fierce wrath of God, the Almighty.
And on His robe and on His thigh
He has a name written,
“KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS.”
Revelation 19:11–13; 15–16

No diapers. No pacifiers. No baby blankets. Instead diadems, swords, and blood. Baby? Sweet? Mild? Maybe.

But also King of kings and Lord of lords! Amen!

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