It doesn't make sense.

The God of the universe being born a baby, fragile, unable to talk, walk, take care of himself, or do much of anything besides eat and cry and poop... it doesn't make sense.

The God of the universe being born in a barn, poor, to parents that were unimportant, and easily ignored... it doesn't make sense.

The God of the universe being acknowledged first by dirty shepherds, and then by pagan wise men that worshiped many other gods, from many other lands... it doesn't make sense.

The God of the universe dying on a cross, killed by the very people he came to save... it doesn't make sense.

The God of the universe knowing my name, how many hairs are on my head, my darkest secrets, most hidden weaknesses, and loving me more than I could ever hope to imagine... it doesn't make sense.

The God of the universe caring enough about me, about humanity, to come and show us how to live by being born a helpless baby, livig as a poor peasant, growing up to be homeless, and then dying to show me how to live... it doesn't make sense.

It doesn't make sense... BUT IT IS SO GOOD.

The God of the universe was born a baby, grew up like any other human child, then showed us how to live by pouring out his life, claiming none of the rights that were his as the God, the Creator, of the universe, then dying and coming back from the dead to both give us and show us how to live true life... it does not make any sense, but it is so good.

Abba, help me open to you more. Help me not try to make sense of life, but help me to trust you. Help me to trust that Jesus is life, and following him, living as he would live if he were me, not holding onto what I think I deserve, or what I think I am owed, or what I feel I should be given is the way to true, good, and real life... it doesn't make sense, but neither do you to my little mind.