How To Breathe In Hope This Christmas Season

“Mommy, I don’t like Dark,” she says as she sinks down under three layers of covers.

“Me neither, Baby,” I admit.

“Mom?” she asks.

“Yeah?” I say. Her next question stirs something deep inside of me.

“Will you ask God to help me be brave?”

“Of course,” I answer, “God loves you and watches over you and protects you every night while you sleep.” She nods as a tired yawn escapes, and then we pray.

Every night it’s the same conversation, the same prayer before we turn off the lights. As her momma, my prayers sound a bit different, but deep down, I know they’re really the same.  When I’m uncertain, I find myself calling out to the God who helps me be brave just like her. But God wraps up courage in this unexpected package called hope, the antithesis of fear.  Tucked neatly into the Christmas story is a way we can all live with hope, even in the midst of real fear.

 

As I read Matthew chapter 1, I try real hard not to skim through the endless list of names I can’t pronounce that make up the royal lineage of Jesus. Forty two generations from Abraham all the way to Jesus, the promised One of God. I picture my name listed underneath His- the One who made a way for me to enter in. Today one name curiously stands out: “Joseph, the husband of Mary.”

The story begins with a baby (not his) and a respectable plan to ditch the marriage proposal and keep two reputations from getting too tarnished. This was surely not part of Joseph’s plan when he asked for Mary’s hand in marriage.

Adultery in Joseph’s day was considered one of the worst crimes.  Marriages didn’t just crumble, guilty parties were stoned to death. Some believe that Joseph was a widower and this extinguishes the view of him I’ve always held- the young man excited to begin a new life with his beautiful bride.  If this is true, Joseph had already endured tragedy and heartache.  I can’t blame him for trying to avoid the pain of betrayal. 

But God had a plan that was bigger than Joseph’s uncertainty.

But as he considered these things, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream, saying, “Joseph, son of David, do not fear to take Mary as your wife, for that which is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit.  She will bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.”   

All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had spoken by the prophet: “Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call his name Immanuel” (which means, God with us).  

When Joseph woke from sleep, he did as the angel of the Lord commanded him: he took his wife, but knew her not until she had given birth to a son. And he called his name Jesus.

Matthew 1:20-25 (ESV)

God spoke right into Joseph’s upheaval: “Do not fear to take Mary.” And Joseph rose and took his wife, hinging this decision on the hope laid out before him- a beautiful promise fulfilled by a loving God who had a plan.

Chapter 2 tells of a time when fear dominated the land under the rule of Herod the Great, a jealous monster of a man who took lives as he pleased. As Jesus entered the scene, a sinister murder plot unfolded. But God spoke to Joseph again in a dream, right into the very darkness where fears of a ruthless king ran rampant.

Because God had a plan that was bigger than the schemes of an evil king.

Now when they had departed, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, “Rise, take the child and his mother, and flee to Egypt, and remain there until I tell you, for Herod is about to search for the child, to destroy him.”  

And he rose and took the child and his mother by night and departed to Egypt and remained there until the death of Herod. This was to fulfill what the Lord had spoken by the prophet, “Out of Egypt I called my son.”

Matthew 2:13-15 (ESV)

Even in this rescue maneuver, there had to be fear. The journey to Egypt alone would have been long and extremely dangerous since this so-called place of refuge was known for its intense hatred for the people of God. But Joseph was given only two crucial instructions: “Rise and take the child and his mother to Egypt.” So Joseph rose and took them and yet another promise of God, written long ago, was fulfilled. 

Eventually the danger subsided, but not before the deaths of all the baby boys in Bethlehem. I cannot imagine that kind of darkness.  Such sorrow, such heaviness, such fear. But once more, God spoke to Joseph in a dream.  Once more, God revealed part of His plan.

And God’s plan was bigger than hopelessness.

But when Herod died, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared in a dream to Joseph in Egypt, saying, “Rise, take the child and his mother and go to the land of Israel, for those who sought the child's life are dead.”

And he rose and took the child and his mother and went to the land of Israel. But when he heard that Archelaus was reigning over Judea in place of his father Herod, he was afraid to go there, and being warned in a dream he withdrew to the district of Galilee. And he went and lived in a city called Nazareth, so that what was spoken by the prophets might be fulfilled, that he would be called a Nazarene.

Matthew 2:19-23 (ESV)

Three times I read this repetition of God’s love, His protection, His faithfulness.  In the face of my own uncertainty and fear, God’s words illuminate the beautiful and bright hope that is mine in Jesus. God told Joseph again and again and again to rise and take his family somewhere safe- to the place of His choosing. Three times ancient prophecy was fulfilled, giving us a remarkable picture of a loving God who has a plan and a God who keeps His promises.

God’s plan not only involved protecting Jesus and Mary and Joseph; His plan was to protect and perfect the story He’s been writing since the beginning of time.

And His story involves me and you, too.

 

The word God used to wake Joseph to action, egeirō, is the very same Greek word used in Matthew 28:6 by the angel at the tomb. “He is not here; he has risen, just as he said.” Jesus got up. Jesus rose from the grave. Just as He said He would. 

The second command God gave Joseph was ‘take.’ This Greek word, paralambanō, is translated “to take with one’s self or to join to one’s self,” like becoming one in marriage. There is also the notion of going somewhere together, and I can’t help but picture it as moving out of the place of fear. In John 14:3 Jesus said, “And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also.” Jesus will return to take us home. Just as He said He would.

Our hope this Christmas season and all year round is built upon the truth of Jesus’ resurrection and the promise of His return.  

Joseph’s story points to God’s bigger love story unfolding. Joseph can be traced back to the Hebrew root word, yacaph, which means “to be joined to.” God used an average man facing real fear and uncertainty, stuck in a situation he never planned, to display the lasting love that compelled Him to give His Son, Jesus, so that we could be joined together… for eternity. 

Joseph reflects the Hope woven all throughout God’s love story, this good news we celebrate each December. You and I can reflect that same Hope every day of the year by remembering God’s instructions to Joseph:

RISE to new life in Jesus, and TAKE HOLD of the promise of His return.  

Hope is for the here and now. Hope is what we grasp in the waiting time. And when we’re clinging to Hope, it’s impossible to keep our white-knuckled grip on fear. As we celebrate the Savior’s birth, let’s remember He is alive and that changes everything. Because of this Hope, we can view uncertainty through the lens of eternity, trusting in the God who has a plan, the God who keeps His promises.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.  Romans 15:13

On Display

He is before all things, and in him all things hold together. Colossians 1:17

Little legs pumped quickly as excitement grew all the way down the hall to the first classroom on the left.  Lilly entered and immediately found her work laying on the table. It was more than artwork; it was a display of creativity and effort, an extension of her tiny four year old heart.

Watching the two of them, I realized her daddy and I could have stayed home.  Bent over the bright, yellow creation book, she and her brother shared one of those moments that only exists between two children who grew inside their momma together. Their bond is always such a wonder to me even after all this time, and it has grown stronger with every passing year. With one arm around Lilly’s shoulder, Jake cocked his head slightly to catch his sister’s eye, as if what he was saying was of utmost importance.

And it turns out, it was.

“Wooooooowwwww! Lilly, you made that?! Great job!” he exclaimed. Praise for her careful work continued on and on as we stood behind them nodding in agreement.  Lilly beamed with pride, then led us around the room to point out more artwork hanging on the walls.

Afterwards we trekked down the hall to Jake’s classroom and I was surprised to find a similar yellow creation book out on display.  It’s not uncommon that two four year old classes do the same activity, but his genuine enthusiasm for Lilly’s work had me thinking his class had done something entirely different. The four of us crowded around the short, preschool table and watched as he flipped through all seven days, telling us about each page in as much detail as a boy his age cares to share. 

It didn’t register with me fully until the ride home: Jake knew they had made the very same project. He must have recognized the similarities in each piece of art bound together with rainbow ribbon in his sister’s classroom, yet he chose to celebrate her. It’s a rare occasion to see that kind of delight in honoring someone else. It was encouragement that wasn’t staged. It was love without dangling strings. It was a beautiful example of how we’re all called to live.

At home, I placed the two books side by side and marveled at the contrast in technique, color, and style of my two little artists. Each difference reminded me that God may have knit these children side by side in my womb, but He made them unique. As I turned the last page, I realized why I was smiling. It wasn’t the differences that made my heart swell; it was the unity that God had reflected through a simple preschool open house art project.

The stories were the same.

How many times have I compared myself to another- to the very work God has done in another heart- only to come up feeling slighted? How many times have I failed to see Jesus in someone's story because I was too focused on myself and how I fall short? God is showing me that my story, your story, his story, her story…. they are all the same story. Though a creative God brings diversity to each one, His beauty is displayed in our unity.

Colossians 1:17 becomes vibrant to me in light of this realization. He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.

It is Jesus who brings oneness to every story told. He is the center and He gets the credit because He does the work.  He is our Pursuer, our Rescuer, Redeemer, Restorer, the One who holds us and holds our stories together. And the amazing part? He allows us to be reflectors of His glory.

May we boldly display God’s work in us for everyone to see.  May we celebrate our differences in light of our common bond, remembering that harmony reverberates from a well-told Jesus story. And may others be delighted with a childlike heart and compelled to invite Jesus to write their stories too.