In His Hands

As some (most?) of you know, my husband and I recently had our third child by birth (fourth including by adoption, but that is for another post). Having a baby again is an interesting experience. Of course, we are thrilled and humbled and enchanted by this tiny life entrusted into our care. However, when we are not lost in his eyes or big piles of diapers or laundry, we notice little points of interest about babies.

Our baby couldn’t do very much when he was born. He could cry, suck, and expel waste. However, it was enough, together with the care of his parents, to survive. It is amazing how God has created babies, helpless little infants, with just enough knowledge to do what is necessary. He gives them instincts or reflexes that they automatically do. One of my favorites, though I don’t know any health benefit or scientific significance behind it, is the reflex that causes their little hands to grab whatever is in it. Our older kids love to put their fingers in his palm and feel his tiny fingers squeeze theirs. I’ll admit, I love it, too. So many things those hands will learn to do in my baby’s lifetime, but for now, they can only clench.

Knowing the physical inabilities of a baby, it is astounding that the Lord of all creation, the only-begotten of God, would subject Himself to that sort of limitation. His hands, so weak and tiny at His birth, would work, bless, heal, and eventually be pierced for our sins. And it doesn’t end there. Those same hands, once still and cold in death, were alive and warm and even touched by His disciple, seeking proof of His resurrection.

At Christmas, it is easy to only think of Jesus the Holy Infant. We must also remember, though, that Christmas is not the end. It is, rather, the beginning of His time with us. He came for one purpose, to reconcile us to God. And that reconciliation was only possible through Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection.