Baby God


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According to my four-year old grandson, “Baby God” was born today. Not Jesus, Baby God.

Funny, huh?

On second thought, I love it. The Israelites weren’t allowed to speak the name of God so God’s son could not possibly be called “Baby God”.  Jesus was His earthly name but “Baby God” says it all.

Too often we separate Jesus, God and the Holy Spirit and we forget they are one in the same. This is definitely not going to be an essay on the Trinity. Are you kidding me?

On this Christmas day, think what it might mean if you rethought the name “Jesus” and substituted “Baby God”. Would it possibly change how you feel about God? Would you see HIm in a more approachable way? Would you realize that He isn’t the angry God you might have been led to believe? Would you see the love that He gives evidenced in His voluntary time on earth?

Sometimes a four-year old has a better understanding of God than the rest of us.

Merry Christmas

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an unexpected gift


Crop of original painting "Anbetung der H...

Crop of original painting “Anbetung der Hirten” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

(For those of you who follow both my blogs, I’m posting this to both of them today. I don’t usually do this, but I felt it as appropriate to both.)

I’m just getting ready to spend some quiet time with God but I wanted to post before the day gets beyond me.

I don’t know about you but the closer I get to Christmas the more I think of all those projects I wanted to complete but didn’t. All those Pinterest DIY’s that beckon me and awake my creative juices. Making presents for the people in my life is one of the highlights of Christmas for me.

This year it was flannel plaid infinity scarves for the women. It was jute wrapped bottles with the word, “love” spelled out in separate letters on each bottle. It was adorable “HO, HO, HO,” wall :”thingees” I made for friends. Yes, I took pics but honestly doubt I’ll get them posted. I don’t know how everyone is posting Christmas tours of their homes. I have to say mine is beautifully decorated. It’s an old, old house so it lends itself to Christmas anyway. In fact it was during the Holidays that we decided to buy it. But whether you ever see the pics is in question at the moment. But I certainly enjoy those pictures that others have posted. Makes me feel I know them.

I’m winding down now knowing that many of the things I wanted to do aren’t going to get accomplished. But I’m OK with that.

Mary and Joseph were only thinking of one thing, the birth of their Son. That’s what I’m concentrating on today. How the birth of Jesus is meant to impact my life and how I relate to others.

Does Christ make a difference in my life or not?

So today I take time from a very busy day and reflect on a birth I don’t understand. I mean, seriously, a virgin birth? And yet I believe. And what amazes me at this very moment, even as I write, is that if I can believe something as “out-of-box” as a virgin birth, why do I question God in other areas?

Why do I ever question He hears AND answers my prayers? Why do I ever question He can perform miracles. Honestly, until I started writing today, I never made that connection What an unexpected gift of insight I’ve just been given.

Some will scoff at my beliefs. It doesn’t matter. Belief and faith are intensely private and personal. Besides, everyone operates from a belief in something. Everyone.