Tuesday, January 25, 2011

For Baby J



For those of you who know me, you knew this day was coming: a blog about my niece. I simply had to. But, since I know you all have endured my relentless reminders of how amazing she is, I figured I would post this awfully, embarrassing video of me with her to offer as a small sacrifice. Of course, the video has purpose. As I’ve watched this video repeatedly, I’m constantly struck by the frailty of my niece and her sheer dependence on me to hold her. I’m not even brave enough to type about the results that could occur if I were to fail on my end.

Now perhaps it’s because I’m in seminary, or perhaps it’s because I was holding her around Christmas time but this video also makes me think of Jesus (yes, you should find it humorous that I am singing such a ridiculous song and am still reminded of my Lord and Savior). However, the concept of an all-mighty God who transcends time and space coming to Earth in the flesh as a mere babe simply astounds me.

Jesus, our only worthy sacrifice on behalf of sins, was once swaddled and held by human hands—the same human hands that needed him to go to cross because they were covered in filth which comes by way of the flesh.

As I sometimes think about my niece, there are so many “what ifs” that plague my mind—what if she gets hurt? What if she gets abducted? What if my sweet Lord takes her home soon? (Even the thought of it brings tears to my eyes as I type.) Then I think about Jesus and the same “what ifs” could have applied. However, the implications are so different it’s hard to imagine them on the same plane. What if Christ would have been murdered under Herod’s decree? What if Jesus would have been stoned by the Jews prior to the cross? What if Jesus would have been trampled by a crowd?… what if? what if? what if? Would he not have still atoned for my sins? Would their still be wrath stored for me? Would he not be coming back for us all?

Then one word always hushes the racing hypothetical situations: sovereignty.

Sovereignty. God’s got this. All of this. He had Jesus, and He has my niece.

I simply cannot fathom being in God’s place sending my son down to earth to be cared for my humanity. He’s seen our wretchedness, our evil, our reckless pursuit of sin and yet placed His Son in our midst to be cared for by one of us: one of the harlots. Of course, I cannot fathom this act because I’m not God. This obvious and understood statement brings me to my point: although I am not God, that does not excuse me from trusting His plan and work in my life and the lives of those around me. I want so much for my niece to live a life free from harm, pain, or discomfort; yet, I know that this life will bring her hurt, sorrow and even despair at times. My comfort is in knowing that God was trustworthy with His son, even orchestrating the salvation of the world through wicked humanity.

Although Jesus was cared for by human parents, His heavenly Father was always calling the shots. The same is true for my niece. God’s got her. What better place for her to be?

Jeremiah 10:23 LORD, I know that people’s lives are not their own; it is not for them to direct their steps.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wow. Praise the Lord. Sovereignty is a beautiful thing. I will remember this post. Thanks, Nika!