This time, when our thoughts turn toward the wondrous story
of our Savior's birth, a lesser-known incident from Jesus' early
childhood comes to mind — one I find especially poignant.
Before Jesus had reached His second birthday, He had already become
the target of an assassination plot by King Herod, the ruthless and
paranoid ruler of Roman-controlled Judea. Joseph and Mary, prompted by a
dream from God, took the baby and fled the country. I imagine the
sense of responsibility must have been heavy on their young and slender
shoulders — they were the chosen caretakers of the very God of the
universe, come in human flesh.
I'm always struck by how ironic their flight to Egypt was — the
humble infant King taking refuge in the very nation from whose hand He
had powerfully delivered the children of Israel so many generations
earlier. While the record gives no clear indication one way or the
other, I suspect the people of Egypt were never aware of Jesus' divine
and royal identity — He certainly wasn't what they would have expected
from a king.
Egypt's history was one proud and glorious procession of kings
spanning thirty dynasties and nearly 3,000 years. Egyptian kings — the
pharaohs — were powerful figures and rich beyond imagination. They
wielded wealth like a weapon, built sprawling cities, commanded huge
armies, lived in lavish homes, ate the best food, drank the best wine,
wore the most extravagant jewelry, and spared no expense when it came to
their standard of living.
The pharaohs' standard of dying wasn't bad either. They obviously
never heard the saying, "You can't take it with you." Concern for their
lot in the afterlife was integral to Egyptian religion, and so their
custom was to pack their burial chambers with supplies they would need
as they traveled to their next life. King Tut's tomb proved they didn't
travel lightly.
But expecting to live forever wasn't a pharaoh's only outrageous
aspiration. Records indicate Egyptian kings assumed, and were given,
supernatural status. The pharaoh was thought to be responsible for
bringing the floods that watered Egyptian crops, and so he received
credit for providing the nation's food. He was idolized in statue,
citizens bowed to his image, and in the ultimate act of pride, every
reigning pharaoh claimed to be the manifestation of at least one god.
Akhenaton, Egyptian history's infamous heretic, banished the national
pantheon and proclaimed himself to be the living incarnation of the sun
god Ra — he believed he was Ra in the flesh.
Whether it's the ancient pharaohs demanding the worship of others, or
the millions of modern skeptics who reject God, dethrone Him as
Creator, and worship themselves, man's inherent pattern has always been
to exalt himself. Rebellion against God can take no higher form than
self-love-the person who seeks his own interests at the expense of
others and places himself at the center of the universe. That is
precisely the condition in which you and I wallowed before we were
saved, and that is where, ultimately, everyone who doesn't know the Lord
remains.
Many men throughout world history have wanted to become gods, but there has been only one God who wanted to become a Man.
Consider for a moment what it meant for our Lord Jesus to come to
earth as a man to secure the salvation of mankind. The King of heaven
left His throne and took a stable for a nursery. The very Son of God
was hunted by a tyrant king and became an infant exile in Egypt. The
owner of heaven and earth was born into poverty and lived without
earthly wealth and luxury. The source of all wisdom and knowledge was
treated as the greatest of fools.
Holy and without blemish, young Messiah was assaulted by every
temptation Satan could thrust on Him, yet He resisted each one to its
fullest force. The King of creation willingly subjected Himself to all
of what it means to be human — pain, hunger, thirst, sorrow, physical
exhaustion, the full range of human emotions — yet did so without
sinning.
In an unfathomable act of selfless, sacrificial love, God left
heaven's glory to die in sinners' stead. He offered mercy to a people
who deserved only His wrath. He stooped to accomplish that which we not
only could not do, but also would not do. In love,
the God of the universe stepped from eternity to intervene in human
history and save those wholly unable to save themselves.
In a word, the lesson we learn from Christmas is love. Christ's
love — love that was manifest in His coming, in His life, and in His
death — is a love that sacrificed. In the Advent of Jesus Christ, we
see a love that sought, not its own needs, but the needs of others. We
see a love that considered, not what it would lose, but what others
would gain. We see a love that so emptied self that others would be
filled; a love that so humbled self that others would be lifted up.
The Christ of Christmas gave to the very end, ultimately forfeiting
His own life, so that sinners would find salvation. That's what
happened when God became a Man — and that's what Christmas is all about.
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