Advent reminds us of many paradoxes. Christ Jesus is Immanuel, God with us. Jesus is the "word" that is eternal - "with the Father in the beginning" and "the word that became flesh". Jesus is born of a woman, "the virgin", conceived by the Holy Spirit. Jesus was born to a peasant couple who had to travel from their home, Nazareth, to a village 75 miles away, Bethlehem, because of a government census. Jesus is born in a stable and placed in a manger because there is no room elsewhere. The first people who hear about the birth of Jesus are peasant night workers, by angels sent from Heaven. The message of the Angels further magnifies the paradox of Christ's birth
Luke 2:8-11
And in the
same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their
flock by night.
And an angel of the Lord
appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were
filled with great fear.
And the angel said to
them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for
all the people. For unto you is born this day in
the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.
Here Joy and Fear meet together... "fear not...great joy". The two stand together in the same sentence. Can we imagine saying "I'm afraid...and full of Joy"? I can't imagine. It happens wherever God is. Lest we forget, God is Joyful -
1 Chronicles 16:23-27
Sing to the LORD, all the earth! Tell of his salvation from day to day.
Declare his glory among the
nations, his marvelous works among all the peoples!
For great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised, and he is to be feared above all gods.
For all the gods of the peoples
are worthless idols, but the LORD made the heavens.
Splendor and majesty are before
him; strength and joy are in his place.
Lest we forget, God is Holy, and that strikes fear as we noticed in a previous reading -
Revelation 1:10, 12-15, 17
I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s day, and I heard
behind me a loud voice like a trumpet...
and in the midst of the lampstands one like a son of man, clothed with a long robe and with a golden sash around his chest.
The hairs of his head were white, like white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire,
his feet were like burnished bronze, refined in a furnace, and his voice was like the roar of many waters ...When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. But he laid his right hand on me, saying, “Fear not, I am the first and the last,
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