Holding Baby Jesus PicOur nativity scene is one figure too short. Wouldn’t be such a big deal if it wasn’t baby Jesus. He pretty much makes or breaks the scene.
This year he isn’t tucked between Mary and Joseph. The shepherds, wise men, and animals are all gazing toward an empty space.
As for baby Jesus, well, he’s wrapped in baby blankets, cuddled, rocked, and sang to. Although breakable, he’s carried around and shoved into pockets. Meg can’t get enough of him. When she asks Evan if he wants to hold him…she hands him over so very carefully as though the real thing.
At first I thought about asking her to go put baby Jesus back. But as I bent toward her to ask, she looked up at me with the happiest of smiles…I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So much of her day she had been whining and complaining of her head hurting.
While a figurine can represent and remind us, it fails to excite. But in a 5 year old’s eyes, nothing is more exciting to be able to hold a real baby Jesus.

I understood what she saw. What good is baby Jesus if we can’t feel him? If we can observe but not become a part? How much do we get to experience him if we don’t take him through our day with us?

As Evan reads the Bible to Meg, she quietly whispers to the tiny figure in her hands and holds baby Jesus up to show him pictures of himself. We all feel how real his presence is.

Maybe this year we’ll lose the most important piece of our nativity scene, or maybe it will get broken. But this piece of ceramic is serving it’s purpose. What good is a reminder of his birth if it doesn’t fill us with awe, wonder, and excitement?

The nativity scene and cross were never meant to hold Jesus. We are.

For a child is born to us, a son is given to us. The government will rest on his shoulders. And he will be called: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.     Isaiah 9:6