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Merry Christmas! It’s so hard for me to say that, with the weather here in Florida being Spring-like. Eighty degree weather in December is lame, quite literally. But anywho, it is Christmas, the day we recall the “birth” of our Savior. God coming down to us in human form is quite astounding. Have you ever wondered why Jesus came to Earth as a man? Yes, there had to be payment for the sins of the past, present, and future world, but why did God come down to Earth? I mean He’s God right? He can do anything He wants. He could’ve made a guy just appear in the desert, have him tempted a couple of times, and the have him unjustly tried and killed right? That would’ve made much more sense to me; He wouldn’t of killed His own son, it would’ve been a few weeks (maybe months) rather than 33 years for God’s purpose to be fulfilled. That seems a lot better to me. But God wants to dwell among us, to be trusted, to be loved, to be desired, to be here, to be our friends. And yet God is not like us. Yes we are made in His image, but He’s God and we’re not, so inherently there will be differences. So how could God be with us, and be so different? The answer is Jesus. Let me tell you this story.
I am by the work of God a very intimate guy; I long for closeness, to be trusted and loved, and to disciple and love someone. For the majority of my life (highschool and before), I was isolated. I’ve always been a computer guy (dad’s an electrical engineer), and by some established law of nature, we tend to be fine with being socially unaccepted (or maybe it’s just we know we’re smarter and will make more money than the average people lol). Even my “friends” at church I rarely hung out with or talked to. They ignored me, I ignored them, mostly. I mean I’d go to a birthday party here and there, but no “hey Caleb, want to come over after church” stuff. That all began to change pretty drastically when I met who I now consider my best friend (henceforth named John).
Passion - a strong liking or desire for or devotion to some activity, object, or concept.
Many times I’ve wandered / And more times I’ve been lost / But you always find me / Because you’re never gone / Now they sing a requiem / A funeral in my name / It’s a haunting thing to hear / If it were not for your grace