It’s always amazed me that two of the biggest, most monumental occurrences in the life of Jesus get very little verbiage in the Gospels. Those two events are Jesus’ birth and Jesus’ death. Take Luke’s account of the actual birth of Jesus.
While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son… – Luke 2:6-7a
That’s it? She just gave birth? Just like that? What about the fact that she was probably scared to death? What about the fact that she and Joseph were having to give birth in a manger and had no idea how in the world to make this happen? No, Luke simply writes, “she gave birth.” Nothing more, nothing less.
Now let’s fast forward to the crucifixion. All of Jesus’ earthly life has been leading up to this point. We’ve experienced an emotional crescendo that has taken us to this climactic point where Jesus has carried the cross down the Via Dolorosa and has arrived at Golgotha, and Mark gives us this account:
And they crucified him. – Mark 15:24a
Hang on – what? That’s it? Now many scholars would agree that the reason for the short wording here is that the people who would have initially read this text knew exactly what a crucifixion entailed. They had seen them countless times as a sign of power and authority of the Roman government. But this isn’t just your average crucifixion. This is the culmination of the torture and humiliation of the One who came as God incarnate!
I think there’s a reason behind this. For Luke and Mark, both of these events were almost indescribable. How do you describe something when there are no words? How do you adequately express the birth of the One who would save the world? How do you properly convey the suffering of He who came simply to serve? Rather than do each experience injustice, these authors simply used words they had to describe the indescribable. I pray that this Christmas, our generation would live into the indescribable. Just as these events are incommunicable due to their magnitude, so is the love of God for each of us.




Last night, I was perusing Facebook and saw a post from someone that said something to the effect of, “A lot of people got me a lot of things as gifts. I got that one thing I’ve always wanted. I even got this really expensive other thing. I’m feeling so blessed right now.” Obviously, it’s been altered quite a bit so as to protect privacy, but the message is the same. This led me to ask the question: “What exactly is it that makes us feel blessed?”
Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to turn a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law – a man’s enemies will be the members of his own household. Matthew 10:34-36



