Early in my life as a
Christian I use to babysit for my pastor’s family. When I first started they had two girls but
as time went on they had a baby boy. I
can remember the first time I got to sit with him. They had some church function to attend and so
I got to stay with the baby. I remember
sitting at their kitchen table, holding this little being in my arms –so small
and so very vulnerable. I was suddenly overwhelmed
with the thought of what it was like to hold the baby Jesus and what an amazing
thing God did in taking on human flesh – not only human flesh, but that of an
infant, totally dependent upon others for his very existence. I was both humbled and in awe of such a sacrifice
of love
In writing these words they
seem so inadequate to describe something that so profoundly changed something
in my heart – that if He could love me to enough to take on such frailty and
dependence, that I could certainly trust Him with my life.
And so I can identify with
dear old Simeon and the joy he must have known to see and hold his Savior.
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