I am not in any way of strong physical strength, but to my daughter, at her young age, she thought I was super-man. Because I seemed to solve all her problems. If she needed to go for a school tour, I would easily provide. If she wanted candies, or to eat out, and all the little things, that were big in her eyes, I resolved them easily. Then one day, I was sick and in pain, and she could not reconcile my sickness, with what her mind had painted.
The people then, were waiting for a conqueror, someone that would come and rescue them. A great fighter, a Moses who subdued Egypt and drowned its strongest infantry in the ocean. A Joshua who conquered the fortified Jericho. A David who Killed the mighty Goliath, and made the Amalekites flee.
And what a shock, instead of a well-built trained commander, a baby cried in a little town, in the least of places. Those that hoped for rescue could not run to a baby, but the wisemen, the angels and a humble couple, knew that the little crying baby, vulnerable as it looked, was born, not to conquer the Roman empire alone, but to change the trajectory of deprived humanity, and usher in a Kingdom that would not end.
The baby lived and had to be rushed to Egypt and hidden for a season. This level of vulnerability was high, he depended on mom and dad, to navigate the harsh realities and keep the ‘almighty’ alive. Did I say ‘almighty’!? almighty and yet a ‘little poor baby’, may be the right word is vulnerable not almighty.
As years unfolded, the little baby somehow grew up and became of age, he had company, 12 guys to be specific, one of them was more aware of his vulnerability, and pursued to kill him. The other 11, saw a conqueror and wanted to have positions at the left or right side if the baby became the Roman emperor.
I have lived for a while and each year, towards it’s end, the whole world stops, to light up the streets and the homes, to sing the same songs and remember that the Almighty became vulnerable, became a baby and depended on creation to raise the creator.
For this reason, I will boast in my weakness, to be vulnerable is to be strong. To remember the baby is to remember the almighty. To worship, to pray, to love, to humble ourselves is stronger than you can imagine, it makes us the wisemen that came from the east as the rest of the world lay in silence. It makes us the shepherds who joined the angels in the song of ages.
Merry Christmas to you all my friends, who are vulnerable enough to depend on the one who became vulnerable. And for this reason, God has given him a name that is above all names, ‘And every knee shall bow, and every tongue confess that Jesus is Lord.’
Eugene Mugisha
Comments