Let me set the scene: The plan had always been friendship. The best kind of friendship possible; the most intimate of relationships where both parties knew each other so well. They thoughts perfectly aligned; their dreams and desires following the same path. A perfect kind of existence that was so much more than living.
But it had all gone terribly wrong.
A choice had been made, and things were never the same again. A relationship fractured; a future discarded. Oh His emotions were still the same; His heart where it had always been. It was a surprise to them, the forebears of mankind, but never to Him. He knew that this would happen. Of course it would. Love is not love without a choice, and at some point they would choose wrong. It was inevitable.
Especially with the serpent in her ear.
And so the stage was set. The world was made, humanity born, and their perfect relationship with their creator severed. Because His perfection could not overlook their imperfections, despite the fact that His affections never waned.
There had to be an intervention.
Or perhaps something more even.
Temporary measures were put in place. Rules, regulations and a list of ‘thou shalt’s’ that raised the bar high. But hidden amongst the Holy Scriptures; in-between the histories and the laws and the list of repercussions, a coming glory was hinted at. A different time, a different set of ‘rules’, a future grace, was woven through the words, and those who knew them well, were watching. Waiting for the moment when the world would change.
Looking for the Saviour; the one who would free them from the rules and make all things new.
Praying for His invasion.
The time was right, and the political landscape ready. The moment was imminent. The miracle nigh.
Those expecting were waiting for a grand entrance. A king on His chariot ready to rule and rid them of their oppression. To save them from not only the world around them, but most importantly, themselves.
Instead He crept in barely unnoticed. Burrowed in the womb of a young virgin woman. Smuggled into the world in the midst of a social controversy, and born to a questionable character. The Messiah, they thought, should have entered loudly and with fanfare, but instead he arrived in a stable, nestled in a food trough, with only strangers to help his weary mother labour.
There was no loud declaration as expected. Just Mary, Joseph and a donkey.
The world changed in an instant and barely a handful knew.
The timeline had a marker it had never had before.
And the world had an answer.
And yet… it was not as silent as one would imagine. The day did not go unnoticed or without celebration. The moment was not as secretive as it appeared.
This birth had been planned; since before the very fabric of the universe was pulled into shape. When nothing was and the word had not yet been spoken. This birthdate had been dreamed of and carefully orchestrated. A major step in the plan that an infinite, all knowing, all wise and all powerful God had been concocting for as long as eternity past had existed.
This was not a silent night. This was the moment. Heaven meeting earth. The author entering His own story. The Saviour entering into fight for humanity.
That birth, that holy night hidden in a stable on the outskirts of Bethlehem, an assault against the armies of darkness that had laid claim to this sordid existence humanity had been playing out. A knife right through the enemies heart.
A sworn promise; ‘I am not done with my people. I have not forgotten. I have sent my Best, and He will save them from their sins.’
Of the God kind.
Anything but silent. Anything, but passive.
The angels, could not control their joy, and burst forth into the hills to any that might hear, sharing their good news with shepherds and their flocks. The universe could not contain itself, and it’s brightest star lit up the night, drawing those who knew for whom it was they searched. Heaven erupted with excitement and glee; it was here. The moment they had been waiting for.
The start of the fight to win us back.
The implementation of the plan. The tender beginnings of the fulfilment of the initial dream.
Friendship. The best kind of friendship. An intimate relationship where He shares His heart with us, and we our own with Him. Indescribably and life altering; the cry of the human condition.
He, the Son of God, and we, the apple of His eye. The crown of His creation. The fulfilment of His dream.
The object, of His Invasion.