When I came into the world I had nothing to do with it. I showed up without planning it. When Jesus came into the world it was completely voluntary, and it was the most dangerous mission ever undertaken by a Baby.
Think about what He walked into with His eyes wide open. Rome was a corrupt government both morally and spiritually. Its sins were shamelessly committed in the open. The death of innocents in the Coliseum was a major form of entertainment. Their emperors wanted to be worshiped and their gods were lustful, evil creations. Rome spread the darkness of paganism in every place where they had influence.
The local ruler in Jerusalem, Herod, was a notorious madman. He was made king by the Roman Senate, which proclaimed him “King of Judea.” He was installed in his position by the Roman army which forced him on the people. He wasn’t even Jewish. He was an Edomite.
Even the religious guys, the Pharisees, would be enemies of Jesus. His message would unsettle and irritate them until they would finally conspire and bring about His execution in the cruelest way possible—crucifixion.
It was a wicked world that received the Baby in Bethlehem; but because of His willingness to enter our darkness the angels were able to announce: “Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord” (Luke 2:11).
Robert Robinson was an English clergyman who lived in the 18th century. Not only was he a gifted pastor and preacher he was also a highly gifted poet and hymn writer. However, after many years in the pastorate his faith began to wane. He left the ministry and moved to Paris where he indulged in an ungodly lifestyle.
One night he was riding in a carriage with a Parisian socialite who had recently been converted to Christ. She asked him what he thought of some poetry she was reading: “Come thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace, Streams of mercy never failing, Call for hymns of loudest praise.” When she looked up from her reading the socialite noticed Robinson was crying. “What do I think of it?” he asked in a broken voice. “I wrote it. But now I’ve drifted away from him and can’t find my way back.”
“But don’t you see” the woman said gently, “The way back is written right here in the third line of your poem: ‘Streams of mercy never failing.’ Those streams are flowing even here in Paris tonight.” That night Robinson recommitted his life to Christ.
For the wanderers like Robinson, for the religious-like Nicodemus the Pharisee, for the Roman collaborators like Matthew, the tax collector, and for all of us, salvation has come. Jesus has entered our unlit world to bring the light of salvation to everyone who will believe. This can be the most wonderful Christmas ever for those who realize that “streams of mercy” are still flowing because of that first Christmas.
