Today I was supervising the holiday dance when one of the kindergarteners ran up to me and asked, "are you Kachi's Mom?? You look just like him!" It made me so happy. I love that.
And I love meeting my friends' parents, and seeing the dimple I so love dancing in the face it came from, the extra cowlick sticking up on his father's head too, the bridge of nose jutting in just the same elegant way.
Jesus' disciples knew Mary. They probably noticed the way his hair was the same colour as hers, how he had the same shape chin and the same easy smile.
But who he really wanted to show them was his dad. "I'm just like him," he said, "if you know me, you know him." (Paraphrase mine)
John 14:1-9
“Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? 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. And you know the way to where I am going.”
Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?”
Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you had known me, you would have known my Father also. From now on you do know him and have seen him.”
Philip said to him, “Lord, show us the Father, and it is enough for us.” Jesus said to him, “Have I been with you so long, and you still do not know me, Philip? Whoever has seen me has seen the Father."
Jesus. Friend of sinners and healer of the sick, defender of the poor and oppressed. Feeding the hungry and welcoming the seeking. Hotly rebuking abusers, especially abusers of children. This is who God is.
That little baby lying in the manger probably looked an awful lot like his mama. But he came to show us his dad.
Merry Christmas, friends.
Xo.
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