Through Him all things were made; without Him nothing was made that has been made. In Him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. John 1:3-4
Each year when Advent begins, I have a particular sense of awe about the coming of Christ. Our Savior is like a super-hero Who comes to avenge all evil in the world and bring healing and hope to the masses. The magnitude of what He comes to accomplish is overwhelming. It pushes aside all the pettiness of our collective yearning for the “stuff” of life, the achievements and accumulations that bind us to our own humanity. God in the world is a scary thought, even while it is comforting. So…there is hope after all. There is a reason to think that goodness prevails in this seemingly wicked world.
But when I think of Christ coming to redeem the world, I can’t help but think of what His coming means for me personally. Yes, me, just little old (and-getting-older) me, insignificant in the world’s view perhaps—but not in Christ’s sight. Jesus thinks I’m really something, and He wants me to know that. He looks at my meager accomplishments and says, “Well done!” He views my spiritual immaturity as great progress—after all, what other way is there to learn to live like Christ than to find our way slowly, haltingly? Like the father of the Prodigal Son in Luke 15, our Lord sees us when we are “yet far off.” He runs to meet us and celebrates every accomplishment in our lives. God is the expert in working with people’s mistakes. He never grows tired of waiting for us to push our egos out of our own path and find our way back to Him.
As if that isn’t enough, Christ also came to tell us that our bodies—our imperfect, decaying, funky bodies—are His temple, His sacred place (1 Corinthians 3:16). He dwells in us, inhabiting our very beings if we ask Him to. And in so doing, He declares that we are sacred and precious to Him. How astonishing it is to know that my Lord calls me a privileged place for His Spirit to dwell! This Advent, remember this God Who came to dwell in your heart and mine.
Abiding Savior, make Your home here in my heart forever. Amen
Meg Blaine Corrigan is the author of three books: Then I Am Strong: Moving From My Mother’s Daughter to God’s Child; Perils of a Polynesian Percussionist; and Saints With Slingshots: Daily Devotions for the Slightly Tarnished But Perpetually Forgiven Christian. She holds a Master’s Degree in Counseling from the University of New Mexico and has over thirty years’ experience working with survivors of domestic violence, sexual assault, war veterans, and other trauma survivors. Her books may be purchased through her website, www.MegCorrigan.com or from www.amazon.com .