We have had an infant, almost a toddler, living at our house for the last few weeks. They are wonderful, cute, (smelly), cuddly and all that stuff. But what’s the worst thing about an infant in your house?
It’s not the diapers.
It’s not the sickness.
It’s the snot-sucker.
I didn’t like them when we had infants of our own, and I don’t like them now.
Today they try to make them better by lying. They now call them “Baby Nasal Aspirators,” made with “ergonomic design.” I even saw a $200 electric “Medical Heavy Duty” model. That’s flat scary, some things don’t need more horsepower. Besides, a rose is still a rose, clean one out and you’ll agree.
It’s a snot-sucker.
The Magi went to Jerusalem, looking for, “The King of the Jews.” They expected to find the King in the capital. They went to the palace.
But He wasn’t in Jerusalem, He was five miles away in Bethlehem.
Jesus wasn’t in the Palace or the Temple.
He was in a feeding-trough.
His earthly dad wasn’t a king or a priest, and His mom wasn’t a queen. They were teenagers stuck a long way from home.
Jesus wasn’t wearing a crown. He was wearing a diaper. And, if there was an equivalent to Baby Nasal Aspirators at the time, I’d bet mother Mary had one.
The Magi didn’t get the King they expected. This had to be a massive shocker.
Yet they worshipped.
We all have expectations of Jesus. We want a Jesus of our making. We’re interested in Jesus because we think He might give us that spouse, or ideal job, or even just decent health. But that isn’t worshipping Jesus, that’s worshipping a Jesus-as-you-wish. That’s an idol.
Jesus IS, and that’s enough reason to worship.
This Christmas, let’s sacrifice our expectations.
Let’s worship Jesus.