This is the word that sends shivers up my spine, and always has as I have sung Christmas carols over the years. “O come to us abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel”, “Born as man with man to dwell, Jesus our Emmanuel”. It’s the word that defines our lives. Emmanuel. God with us. The indescribable Creator, the one who dwells in unapproachable light, the one who parted the Red Sea, the one who led his people in fire and clouds, the one who dwells in the holiest of holies. This God who is so separate, so other, comes down to earth.
The Message puts it like this:
“The Word became flesh and blood,and moved into the neighborhood. We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory, like Father, like Son, Generous inside and out, true from start to finish.”
The Word on the street puts it like this:
“So, God’s voice gets flesh and blood, skin and bone. He spends time with us; we hang around with him, get to know him, see what he is like. And? As magnificent, as superb as you’d expect God’s only Son to be…and heaps more!”
Emmanuel. The hope of this world. God is with us. Crazy. The maker gets down here with His creation. Think about that for a minute and see if it doesn’t blow your mind to pieces.