Immanuel means “God with us.” I’ve been thinking a lot about His name today in my unusually quiet house. They could have called Him anything, but there’s something so special and so personal about His name meaning God with us. He’s a God who willingly entered into our messy world, His arrival announced within the four walls of a smelly barn. He’s a God who chose to be present in our pain, and fix it with the touch of His hands and the spit of His mouth. He’s a God who saw into the souls of the people society casts aside. He’s a God who came to quietly serve and love, not loudly assert His God-status authority. I don’t think any human writer ever would have thought this kind of story up.
We are in the season of Advent, of waiting for Christmas, the celebration of the long-prophesied birth of the Messiah, the Savior of the world. Now that we’re on the other side celebrating His birth and victory on the cross, we still wait for Him to return again to make all things right, just like He originally made it in the Garden. We wait. We wait for the festivities on Christmas Day and we wait on God with unanswered prayers. We feel the tension of the already here/not yet promises in Jesus. Continue reading “Immanuel, “God With Us””