John 1:1-18 · The Word Became Flesh
The Gospel Of Christmas
John 1:1-18
Sermon
by James Garrett
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A wife gave her husband two ties for Christmas. He, being an obedient and peace-loving man, went immediately and put on one of the ties. He returned to the kitchen where his wife was preparing breakfast. Seeing he had one of the ties on she asked: “What’s the matter, don’t you like the other tie?”

Through the Advent season we read Luke’s story of the coming of the Lord and of his birth. These weeks leading up to today, Christmas, we have made preparations. We have anticipated with great expectancy the birth of Jesus Christ. When we gathered to light candles in celebration of his birth, the light was taken from the Christ candle and passed to each worshiper. This sanctuary became a sea of candlelight, in a solemn but joyful affirmation that light came into this world in the birth of Jesus our Lord. Finally, Christmas has arrived. What meaning does all of this have for our lives and for our world?

Only God could have dreamed Christmas.

“In the beginning was the Word. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth: we have beheld his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father.”

Christmas had its beginning long before Joseph and Mary, and in a place beyond Bethlehem. The Word was “with” God, “in the bosom of” God. What God was, the Word was. He is not man becoming God but God Incarnate, God coming into human flesh, coming into from outside.

In other ways and in other times the eternal word came into the world, only to have the door slammed in disbelief. Now a new and marvelous move has been made. The Word has come in flesh to live among us and to make God known to us.

God’s attempt to love and redeem the world will not be thwarted.

Kierkegaard has a fable of a king who fell in love with a maid. When asked, “How shall I declare my love?” his counselors answered, “Your majesty has only to appear in all the glory of your royal raiments before the maid’s humble dwelling and she will instantly fall at your feet and be yours.”

But it was precisely that which troubled the king. He wanted her glorification, not his. In return for his love he wanted hers, freely given. Finally, the king realized love’s truth, that freedom for the beloved demanded equality with the beloved. So late one night, after all the counselors of the palace had retired, he slipped out a side door and appeared before the maid’s cottage dressed as a servant.

Clearly, the fable is a Christmas story. We are called to obey not God’s power, but God’s love. God wants not submission to his power, but in return for his love, our own.

God moved in. He pitches his fleshly tent in silence on straw, in a stable, under a star. The cry from that infant’s throat pierced the silence of centuries. God’s voice could actually be heard coming from human vocal cords.

That’s the joy of it. God has come to be with us. Nothing in this world can separate any of his children from his love. Not even our prodigal rebellions, nor our adult indifferences; our sins nor our sufferings. No experience goes unattended by God. Cradles of insecurity -- he is there; deserts of temptation -- he is there; gardens of indecision -- he is there; crosses of suffering -- he is there. He is in them all. This is the God of Christmas!

“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth.” That’s the word I most need to hear today. Grace! God touching the brokenness of my life, giving strength and encouragement when I need it the most. God giving to me that which I need and taking from me all of those things I don’t need.

Oswald Chambers wrote: “There is only one relationship that matters, and that is your personal relationship to a personal Redeemer and Lord. Let everything else go, but maintain that at all costs, and God will fulfill His purpose through your life.”

One of the best known parables of Jesus has been retold in the language of Christmas by John Killinger. The parable is the gospel of Christmas.

“A certain man had two sons. The younger one said to his father, ‘Give me my Christmas presents early this year. I am bored with this place and am splitting for the big city.’

“And the father took the presents out of the closet and gave them to him.

“And not many days after, the son packed his bag and took a long trip to the city, where he wasted all his money in an endless round of Christmas parties. He even hocked his father’s presents, and soon he had spent all that, too.

“The minute he had run out of funds, doors were closed to him and the party spirit was over. In desperation, he went out and attached himself to the owner of a Jewish delicatessen, who sent him into the kitchen to wash dishes. He was so hungry that he sneaked scraps of food off the plates he was cleaning. And no one said as much as a kind word to him.

“Finally, on the day before Christmas, he came to his senses. ‘How often,’ he thought, ‘have I seen my father set hired help down to a steaming meal at my mother’s table, and I am stuck here eating this garbage! I am going to hightail it out of here and return home as fast as I can, and I will say to my father, “Dad, you were right, it’s a tough world, and I didn’t make it. You don’t owe it to me at all, but I would like to come home and work for you as a hired hand, if you’ll have me.’ ”

“He turned in his apron, collected the few dollars that were coming to him and went directly to the bus station. All the Christmas lights seemed to blink warmly, as if they approved what he was doing, and the Santas on the street corners blessed him on his way.

“He rode all night, rehearsing his speech as he went. ‘Dad, you were right, it’s a tough world…. Dad, you were right….’

“At dawn on Christmas day, the bus pulled up outside the bus stop in his little hometown, and he tumbled off, wrinkled, unshaven, and a little worried about how it would be.

“ ‘Son!’ a voice called. And there was his father. ‘But, Dad, how did you know?’ he stammered.

“ ‘How did he know?’ said the old station agent, taking the morning papers off the bus. ‘Why, he’s come down here two, three times a day, every day since you’ve been gone.’

“ ‘Dad,’ said the boy, ‘It’s a tough world, and you were right….’

“ ‘I know,’ said the father, putting an arm around the boy’s shoulders. ‘Come, let’s go home.’

“At home, he called for his wife and anybody else who was in the house and said, ‘Look who’s here! Look who’s here!’

“And he brought out presents and laid them before his son, including a beautiful new bathrobe, a pair of nice leather slippers, and a handsome, sparkling ring.

“ ‘Here,’ he said, putting the ring on his son’s hand. ‘Go take a nice, warm shower, and put on this robe and these slippers, and come down and we’ll have a wonderful visit. Get out that standing rib roast we have in the freezer,’ he said to his wife. "‘And turn on the tree lights! We’re really going to have a celebration today!’"

Welcome home this Christmas. The watching is over. New life has begun. God is with us full of grace and truth. Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift in Jesus Christ our Lord.

C.S.S. Publishing Company, GOD’S GIFT, by James Garrett