When you think about it, Christmas is contrary to modern ideology. It goes against the grain of our normal way of thinking. Let me explain.

Up until a few years ago (I’m not able to pinpoint when exactly), our culture glorified and glamorized the strong. The man’s man was the rugged, western Marlboro Man…until, of course, we found out smoking was linked to lung cancer. We glorify the athletes, the strong men (and now women) of sport who personify to us healthy, vibrant, strong lives. You know…the superhero who can leap tall buildings in a single bound; fend off bullets; run with super speed; grow big or small depending on the need; escape any situation; and “live forever.” We see physical strength as the end all. Others see superior mental capabilities as worthy of praise. Logic is king. God? There is none.  And I could go on.

Enter Christmas. This whole story was not one of strength, but one of weakness. While Herod, the Romans, and the religious leaders were showing their strength (which actually was a weakness), God was showing His weakness and humility (which actually was strength). Who else would have thought a humble virgin from a backwater town would be the one suitable for and chosen to bear and bring the King into the world? Not me. Probably not you either. But God did. As was His MO, He chose the weak to shame the wise.

“Father, humility befits the season. Humility befits life all year ’round actually. Help me to be an example of humility and grace, following in Your footsteps.”