We enjoy the chex mix. We enjoy the gifts. We enjoy the carols. We enjoy the family.

But Christmas is really about the Incarnation.

I mean, technically you can spell Christmas without Incarnation, but you don’t have Jesus without the Incarnation. The Incarnation is the who, what, when, where, how, and why we celebrate. The 2nd member of the Godhead putting on flesh, coming to redeem us. The idea of the hypostatic union is too expansive to fit in any stocking of mine. To understand the concept that Jesus was truly God and truly man…well, it is too much for me to wrap my head around, as big as my head might be.

Colossians 2:9 says, “For in him the whole fullness of deity dwells bodily.” How does that work? I mean, how can it be that Jesus, being omnipresent as God, simultaneously everywhere in the universe and sustaining everything in the universe…how can he be contained in baby’s body, wrapped in swaddling clothes and captive to a manger?

It might be too cliché to call it a Christmas miracle, but I’m going to do it anyway. Or, perhaps it would be better to call it the miracle that made Christmas. Either way, the Incarnation is something that should be considered, remembered, studied, analyzed, and thought about, but moreover than any of that, it should be something that causes us to worship .