Last week during the homily at our Christmas mass, my pastor talked about the Child Jesus. It was Christmas, so it seems obvious and a given that he would talk about Baby Jesus. He talked a lot about the fact that at Christmas we are given the gift of the Christ Child, and he asked us what we were going to do with the gift of the Child Jesus. Again it seems obvious to reflect upon the Child Jesus at Christmas, but I realized that I never had really given it a whole lot of thought. Each year at Christmas, I acknowledge the birth of Christ, trying to recognize that Jesus is “the reason for the season.” But after reflecting after this year’s Christmas homily, I realized that I have never really thought about what the Christ Child means. I have never actually thought about myself relating to Jesus as a baby. In prayer these past few months, I continue getting the image of the Father holding me as a baby in His arms. I have been meditating a lot on this image as God’s love as Father. During mass on Christmas, I all of the sudden got this image of me holding Baby Jesus. To be honest, it freaked me out. I am not worthy enough to hold Baby Jesus, the Savior. And the image of me holding Jesus is the exact opposite of the image that has consistently been in my prayer the last few months.
I began pondering what the Child Jesus means. I didn’t really come up with a profound answer, or an answer at all. But I have been thinking a lot about Jesus as a baby. How am I supposed to relate to Him as a baby? God is everything, and there are so many different ways in which we can relate to Him. I have never before considered myself relating to Jesus as a baby. I don’t really know what it is supposed to mean, but I don’t think I have to. It made me think about how awesome it is that God gave us His son as a gift to us. God can do anything, so He could have made Jesus randomly show up on earth as a 30 year old man, coming just to do public ministry. But in giving us the gift of His son, fully God and fully man, God sent Jesus in the form of a baby, in a way that we as humans can easily relate to. That’s pretty cool. Yet again, I am amazed by God’s power and might.