When I sang the cozy song to my kids tonight, I didn't get to sing "go to sleep, precious Vava." No, she was indignant and emphatic about that.
"I not Vava! I a mama unicorn."
So I sang the cozy song to Mama Unicorn.
And then I didn't get to sing "go to sleep, precious Sam." He was wearing his race car driver costume to bed, and he wanted me to sing to his hat.
So I sang the cozy song to his hat.
Because when it comes to saying I love you, the best way to say it is in the language of the listener.
If I had refused, and insisted on singing it my way, they might have heard the correct words with their ears, but their hearts would have heard you don't matter.
So I entered their imaginary world and played along. I sang goodnight to a unicorn and a hat, because that was how they were able to hear I love you.
It's kind of like Christmas.
I am sure God could have spoken His Word of love to us in a beautiful language that we don't understand.
But He chose to speak to us in the simplest Word, and become one of us. A baby. He entered our world and lived as one of us and died for all of us and declared, blood-red, it is finished! And rose again in triumph to take us home to our Father.
God, veiled in flesh.
Because the best way to say I love you is in the language of the listener.
Merry Christmas, friends.