When C.S. Lewis once wrote that friendship is born the moment one person says to another, “What, you too? I thought I was the only one,” he couldn’t have found a better way to sum up the Christmas story.
Because Jesus is God’s way of saying to you, “Me, too.”
The gospel of John has another way of putting it: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. … And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.”
We worship God as the creator of all things, who spoke the universe into existence and breathed life into man. We read about the God who topples empires, who answers the prayers of single mothers, who cares very much for the plight of those whom society has forgotten (even as it upholds policies that contribute to the plight of the forgotten).
God has a history of marvelous acts.
And among those marvelous acts is the moment when He became one of us and experienced life in many of the same ways we experience it now.
He knows what it’s like to have friends who betray you and leave you out in the cold.
He knows what it’s like to be refused by the so-called worshipers of God.
He knows what it’s like to have people use you only because they’re convinced they can get something out of you.
He knows what it’s like to grow up in a single-parent household.
He knows what family strife looks like.
He didn’t have a job.
He didn’t own a house.
He was perpetually single.
He felt the fear of death.
He questioned God.
Jesus is God’s way of saying, “Me, too.”
This Christmas, I hope you’ll take a moment and dwell on the implications of that and realize that you and God might have more in common than you could possibly imagine.