The Word became flesh.
That phrase keeps going through my mind lately. It is kind of hard to explain why it means so much, because I’m afraid it will just sound like just another twist on the ancient Christmas story.
You know what I’m talking about. It’s the one Bible story that is consistently repeated, year after year, and sometimes, though we might not want to admit it, it gets a little…tiresome. So we desperately search for some new fact or trivia or deep theological lesson to keep our interest or poke our emotions a little to make sure the story still means something to us.
But sometimes, when you’re not even looking so hard—God seems to open your eyes, and you see it again—the core of all of it: The Word became flesh.
The Word didn’t send a mass-email or a mass-text message. There was no website or facebook page to get the Word out. The Word didn’t hide behind an office desk, meeting-rooms, or church walls. The Word became flesh—and lived with us, in the middle of our messy, broken world with messy, broken people—so that us messy, broken people could see the magnificence of God’s love, faithfulness, and glory.
When Jesus asks us to follow Him—whether it’s across an ocean or across the street—this is what He’s asking us to do. To allow the message of the Gospel to come alive through our own human skin, personality, gifts, and even weaknesses. To let the Word live and grow in us until we look just like Him—for all the world to see! To be walking Words.
“So the Word became human and made his home among us. He was full of unfailing love and faithfulness. And we have seen his glory, the glory of the Father’s one and only Son.” John 1:14 (NLT)
*Twice a month, we send out a short devotional to our volunteers. This was written by Andrea Keele, and sent out on Dec. 15, 2014.