As the Christmas season begins today, I wish you all a happy Christmas.
As I have written before, Christmas is a celebration of the Incarnation, of the fact that (if I may quote my own poetry)
The One who made and makes all things
Is, at the end of ages, made
In lowly human likeness, flesh;
He in whom “all things hold together,”
“Sustaining all things by his word,”
Now, humbly, is himself sustained
By virgin mother’s loving care.
He who, on Sinai, gave the Law
Descends from formless fire and smoke
To bear himself the yoke he made,
And, later, bear its breakers’ curse.
C.S. Lewis, I think it was, once likened the Incarnation to the beachhead of an invasion to take back for God what was rightfully his.
I like that analogy, but Lewis—or whoever—didn’t take it far enough. A “beachhead” of the sort that the Incarnation was in the spiritual war is not the insertion of a few covert operatives to bide their time, do one flashy but limited mission, then evacuate. It is, rather, the first openly-announced wave of an inexorable re-conquest.
For unto us a child is born,
unto us a son is given:
and the government shall be upon his shoulder:
and his name shall be called
The mighty God,
The everlasting Father,
The Prince of Peace.
Of the increase of his government and peace
there shall be no end,
upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom,
to order it, and to establish it with judgment and with justice
from henceforth even for ever.
The zeal of the LORD of hosts will perform this.
And “all God’s promises find their ‘Yes!’ in Christ.”
(More about this in five months, when we celebrate the Ascension.)
Christ is born! Let us glorify him!