He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. John 1:10 NIV
I was thumbing through Christmas music for the choir to present to our congregation at the retirement village when I came across a tender-hearted arrangement of the spiritual “Sweet Little Jesus Boy.” One line in the lyric demanded I stop and take notice:
Sweet little Holy
Child/Didn't know Who You was.
I flashed
back to the moment the apostle John chose to introduce us to the Master. He
could have used the birth announcement (like Luke) or the genealogy (like
Matthew). He could have jumped into the action (like Mark). But there, for all
to read, amid the imagery of light and life, grace and truth, beginnings and
The Word is this line, consistent with the old spiritual:
He was in the world,
and … the world did not recognize him.
Devastating
indictment of humanity. Your Creator entered the world He made. And guess what?
You didn’t know Who He was!
How could they not
know?
Before I’m
quick to indict them, what about me? I say I know Who He is; I recognize His
authority over the universe. But what about His authority over my life? If I
recognize Him, what difference does that make? Have you ever wondered the very
thing?
Let’s take
our lead from those who did recognize Jesus—at the first Christmas and in the
33½ years that followed. They travelled long and far, left work undone,
jeopardized lives and livelihoods. They gave gifts that cost them. They claimed
Him publicly even when it was dangerous. Consider Peter and John, dragged
before the same religious body that just weeks before had condemned Jesus to
death. Caiaphas and Annas the high priests were among those who demanded the
disciples stop preaching in Jesus’ name. “But Peter and John answered … ‘We
cannot stop speaking about what we have seen and heard’” (Acts 4:19-20 NASB).
We can’t stop
recognizing Him once we see Him and know Him for ourselves.
In a world
where it’s increasingly unpopular to claim the Christ of the Word, may we
follow the lead of Peter and John and make this our hearts’ Christmas prayer:
Sweet
Jesus, I know Who You are.
Because I know You, I dedicate my life to speaking truth about You.
Blessings and prayers,
Julie
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"Sweet Little Jesus Boy," by Robert MacGimsey
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