John 1:14 “The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the Glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.”
When I was a little girl I pictured God being a little like Santa. I thought He would reward me when I was good. When I did something wrong, I knew there would be coal in my stocking or some other punishment waiting for me. Of course no matter how hard I tried, I often would take the low road instead of the high road. I remember complaining in my prayers that I try so hard but I just continue to make bad choices. I felt like no matter what, I was condemned, and I would never be good enough to enter into Heaven. That thought process took me into my teenage years and even into my adult years. I just felt God was determined to punish me and I felt condemned. He was God and I was a mere mortal – how could He understand my battles? I somehow missed the point that God became man through Jesus Christ. I would still argue my point with Him. Yes, You became man, but You were still God. It wasn’t until I truly received Christ as my Savior that I came to fully understand His love for me. He understands what it’s like to struggle being a human being. He has walked in my shoes. His death on the cross paid for all of my sins. I will have consequences when I choose to take the low road. His death on the cross pays my toll on to the high road to Heaven.
In Job 9: 3-9, Job describes God as having wisdom that is profound and His power is vast. He can move mountains and overturns them in His anger. He shakes the Earth in its place. He speaks to the sun and it does not shine, and He shuts the lights of the stars. He stretches out the heavens and treads on the waves of the sea. He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted. The best thing He has done is He died for me, Michele. No matter what road I take, I know I am loved, forgiven and free. That’s better than any gift Santa can give me even on my best day.
Lord, You know my name; You know my every thought; You know each tear that falls and You hear me when I call. What a beautiful Savior!
– Michele
