Ultimately, Christmas is the marriage of poetry and righteousness; in a word, poetic justice.
The incarnation turned creation inside out; the Word became flesh and dwelt among us. Light came into the world and darkness could find no shadow in which to hide.
In the fullness of time, God sent forth his Son and the old wineskins burst. Even old promises could not contain this new wine; distilled from eternity, yet more fresh than every successive tomorrow.
Ancient names crowned the Newborn who was from everlasting. Immanuel: “God is with us!” In our world. In our midst. In our flesh. God kept is word; God gave his Word.
Yeshua: “God is for us!” For us and for our salvation. He shall save his people from their sins.
Infinity in infant form. Grace and Truth has ten tiny fingers and toes. Held in the arms of his mother. Upholding all things by the word of his power.
People who imagined vain things wrung helpless hands. Kings who set themselves trembled on pretended thrones. Rulers who took counsel together paced empty halls on sleepless nights. God laughed as he placed his Son into the arms of Mary, “Thou art my Son, this day have I begotten Thee.” Their Son was already unsettling the world, and this great unsettling would settle everything.
Mary was the last of the barren women whose miracle sons saved Israel. Mary was another Rebekah and Rachel and Hannah, all of them figures of “barren Israel” waiting for the consolation to come. Gabriel’s greeting to Mary, “Rejoice” (Luke 1), echoed prophetic exhortations to “daughter Zion” (Zephaniah 3:14; Zechariah 9:9).
She was a tabernacle, a dwelling place for God, over which the Spirit brooded (Luke 1:35), as the cloudy pillar hovered over the tabernacle (Exodus 40; Genesis 1:2). This is fitting as she was bearing the Ark of God; the seat of atonement, the emblem of God’s covenant faithfulness. Still in utero, John donned the mantle of the prophet as if to say, “Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!” In tumultuous joy, he danced before his Lord as David once did before the Ark
“Blessed among women,” Mary was another Jael, who was also “most blessed of women” (Judges 5:24). Jael was the woman who pounded a tent peg through the skull of Sisera, that Canaanite general, in one of the many head-crushing moments in the Bible. Mary was a greater Jael because she was the new Eve, whose seed would crush the serpent’s head with his heel (Genesis 3:15).
Treasuring all these things and pondering them in her heart, she kissed the Son. He wasn’t angry. The nations will be his. The blessings will be hers. Hers along with all those who put their trust in him. This is the justice of God. We know it best by its other name—salvation.