If you live in the northern hemisphere, you will probably have a very different picture of Christmas than people here in New Zealand. We have summer Christmas.
When I am in New Zealand, my Christmas holidays would be amiss if I did not go to the beach… a lot. When I’m dreaming of a “White Christmas”, the closest I get are the white sand beaches of east Auckland. Instead of pine trees, our pohutukawa trees blossom red flowers against their green leaves.
I love this beach life. I love living near the ocean.
Once you have been to the ocean, you will understand this statement: There are just some days when you just feel the need to drive a bit and sit next to the sea.
Today is such a day.
We can learn so much from the ocean. That’s probably why there are so many songs that use it as a metaphor. Here are some lines you may recognize:
“In oceans deep, my faith will stand.”
“When sorrows like sea billows roll…”
“Oceans will part, nations will come, at the whisper of your name.”
“Set my feet upon the sea ‘til I’m dancing in the deep.”
I think of these songs and then I think of Christmas. There’s a question that I ask myself as I sit here at the beginning of December: Is there anything about Christmas that is like this ocean?
At first, I’m thinking no. That’s a ridiculous question. Then, different themes started popping into my mind.
I’m sure we can all come up with some great answers. You can probably come with more than me. Right now, God is using the sea to refresh, restore, heal, and satisfy me. But, when I think of the sea as it relates to Christmas, this is what I’ve come up with: POWER.
Yes, the original Christmas story is about peace. A silent night. Wise men quietly following a star. Silent shepherds watching their sheep at night. A sweet baby asleep in a manger. It has all of these things.
But we must never forget the POWER of God when he comes down to man.
The sea sounds so peaceful to me right now. The waves are so small that little kids are going a few meters in. There are people parasailing. But there are no surfers because the waves are just not big enough. The ocean is calm and quiet.
But have you seen the ocean roar as a storm comes in? Have you seen crashing waves leap over boulders and into cliffs? Have you heard those horrible stories of people getting caught in the wild current, being swept out to sea?
God. The Great-I-Am. He came to Earth. The One who is so great and holy that even prophets could not look upon Him and live. To even hear the name of Yahweh garnered fear and trembling. The LORD, mighty in battle, came.
But in a tiny baby.
Power that made blind men see, deaf men hear, and dead men walk.
Power that rose himself from the grave.
Power that takes away the sins of the world.
I’m glad the ocean reminded me of God’s peace. And I’m glad it reminds me of God’s power. I never want to forget this part of Christmas.
Want more Christmas??? Here’s more posts:
…And Joy http://alittlesanctuary.org/and-joy/
Summer Christmas http://alittlesanctuary.org/summer-christmas/
God with us: Part I http://alittlesanctuary.org/god-us-part/
God with us: Part II http://alittlesanctuary.org/god-us-part-ii/
God with us: Part III http://alittlesanctuary.org/god-us-part-iii/
Storying Christmas: Waiting http://alittlesanctuary.org/storying-christmas-waiting/
Christmas Eve & The Miracle Fern http://alittlesanctuary.org/christmas-eve-miracle-fern/