My mum gave me an iPhone for my birthday.
I couldn’t hide the fact that I was disappointed when she handed it to me; I had asked for an Android phone. Why would she give me an iPhone I couldn’t download songs on?
I remember the confidence in her voice when she held my eyes in hers.
“You might not like the phone now but you’ll thank me later.”
Over 2,000 selfies later, I agree with her.
The greatest disappointment we experience are blessings. We only need to see them the right way.
Earth screamed in pain for a saviour, humanity groaned under the weight of sin for a Messiah and God decided it was time to send the long awaited Deliverer.
Israel shouts for joy.
At last! Hallelujah! God is sending Someone to us!
Somehow, an entire nation forgets…
God NEVER wraps himself inside the expected.
He rarely makes grand triumphant entries.
Too many times, we stand at the front door expecting a miracle that has already snuck up on us through the back door.
What if the miracle is here but we can’t see it right because it isn’t wrapped in what we think should be the right package?
In a stable on a tiny (almost unnoticeable) part of the map, a woman screams from the pain of labour, groaning as she pushes a Son into the world. She holds the babe’s gaze and his warm throbbing flesh in her hands and names him Emmanuel.
Emmanuel is no mere babe.
Emmanuel is God dressed in skin longing to be ‘God in the world’ and not just ‘God to the world’.
Emmanuel is God’s remedy for Israel’s disease but Emmanuel is not what Israel wants.
Israel wants an emancipator to free her from Rome. She wants a political activist or a Rabbi with right theology but God says,
“Here, hold this baby.”
It takes a lot of warming up and slowing down for it all to really sink.
Word-made-flesh wasn’t exactly a good thing. It was a mess, a terrible mess, but then, aren’t messes the catalysts for miracles?
God sometimes feeds us with manna, the“what is this?” food that makes no sense. When we thirst for grace, He asks us to drink the mystery of circumstances we don’t understand.
There’s a lot of things we don’t understand.
But we understand that nothing can separate us from the jealous love of God so we have a reason to be joyful.
Even if things fall apart, the fact that blood flows in our veins and breath is in our lungs is reason to be thankful.
Like Mary, the baby we hold in our hands may have no earthly father but it doesn’t change the fact that it has a future.
You may have seeds that haven’t seen sunlight yet, dreams that haven’t reached reality yet but it doesn’t change the fact that the One who began works of art in you will complete it.
Today, instead of complaining about fuel scarcity and the failing naira, why not sit quietly and say All Is Grace?
Why not number your blessings and count them all joy?
Knowing full well God will make it all right in the end.