“Long ago God spoke to our ancestors by the prophets at different times and in different ways. In these last days, He has spoken to us by his Son.” Hebrews 1:1-2

Yesterday, you heard my husband Jason play and sing “Welcome to Our World.” It’s a beautiful song, and it gets me from the very first lines:

Tears are falling, hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God.

   I love it because it speaks to the need I feel at Christmas and all year round—I need God. I need to hear from Him. I need to see Him. I need to feel Him with me. 
   Sometimes God seems hard to hear. Long ago, God spoke through the prophets. And then, between the final Old Testament prophet and the birth of Jesus, there were 400 years of no new revelations from God. Silence.
   When God finally spoke again, He could have chosen anyone to be His messenger.
   But this time, He chose to come to us Himself instead, to put on our flesh and blood and walk the very earth He created. 

So wrap our injured flesh around You
Breathe our air and walk our sod.

   In Jesus, we hear God speak in the Word made flesh. We hear God in the words Jesus spoke, and we see what God is like in the way that Jesus lived and died and rose again. 
   Jesus is somehow both the chosen One and one of us. Messiah and man. Our great high priest and our brother who can sympathize with our weaknesses because He’s lived this life of trials and temptations too. 
   It’s my favorite part of the whole story, my favorite thing about Christmas, that God chooses to be with us in Jesus, our Immanuel.