She’s plain. She’s simple. She’s a virgin. She’s betrothed to an old man.
Yet, she must have been something special, because she was visited by an angel. And, though unlikely as she might seem, was chosen to mother the Christ Child.
It’s unclean. It’s rough. It smells of rotten scraps and musty hay.
Yet it’s the chosen vessel to cradle the newborn Son of God.
They’re dirty. They’re common. They smell of sheep and campfires.
Yet, minus the earthly parents of Jesus, they were chosen to be among the first who would worship the King of kings made flesh.
It’s lonely. It’s quiet. It’s overgrown with wildflowers, ancient trees, and tall grasses.
Yet, it was the place God chose to use to teach the world of total surrender. It’s the place where agonizing love and prayer clashed to display the most beautiful scene of submission to the Father’s will… no matter the cost.
It’s cruel. It’s ugly. It’s despicable. It’s cursed.
Yet, as God does time and time again, He used what we would never have even considered as an option in order to bring redemption to the world.
To some it’s just an emblem a formality.
It’s a symbol that’s been used so frequently.
Many blaspheme and despise.
Though it’s ancient, it abides.
A shrine to death that stands for life to me.
There was a cross made for the Son of God at Calvary.
Two pieces of rough timber on a hill.
Through His hands and through His feet,
He took the nails for you and me.
Angels watched as He died for the lost.
Though He could have walked away He chose the cross.
~ The Crabb Family
…and He waited all of eternity for this one day.
It’s borrowed. It’s cold and dark. It’s a symbol of the closure of life.
Yet, for Christ, it was anything but the closure. To the Christian it’s a symbol of new life, everlasting life, life abundant and free. It’s the symbol that proves all other religions false, gives hope to even the most hopeless of all, and represents the finished work of the greatest gift ever offered to mankind.
You and me.
We’re wretched. We’re vile. We’re full of self and worldliness.
Yet, despite all that is undesirable in us, the Savior of the world once again chose contrary to what any other King would choose. He doesn’t ask for royal subjects; He instead takes common people and makes them royalty through His Blood. He doesn’t ask for perfection; He instead cleanses us of our sins and makes us perfect in the eye of God the Father through His Blood. He doesn’t ask of us impossible tasks; He simply asks us to trust Him and reminds us that nothing is impossible with Him.
Unlikely things. We tend to shy away from them, but God loves them. When He uses the unlikely, He’s showing what He can do through them – how powerful He is, and what a great artist He is.
May I prove to be unlikely in all that I pursue, so that God may continue to prove how magnificent and worthy He is.
Posted on February 1, 2011, in Christian Life and tagged Calvary, Christianity, Cross, Gethsemane, Jesus, Life, Manger, Mary the mother of Jesus, Shepherds, The Crabb Family, Unlikely Things. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.