Merry Christmas! Emmanuel, God with Us

So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. Luke 2:4-7 NIV
The need for a warm touch, a kind word, a gentle hug, or a caring smile is a welcome respite in our frantic, hurried world. Jumbo, a large, multi-site supermarket in the Netherlands, decided to find a way to make a difference. Jumbo launched a customer line, Kletskassa (chat checkouts or slow checkouts), in 2019. The objective of opening a slow lane was to offer a more personal, social shopping experience. The cashiers on the slow line spend extra time chatting with customers. “Sometimes innovation means slowing down operations rather than speeding them up.” (Catherine Douglas Moran, Grocery DIVE)
Colette Cloosterman-Van Eerd, the company’s Chief Commercial Officer, said in an interview, “Many people, especially the elderly, sometimes feel lonely. As a family business and supermarket chain, we are at the heart of society. Our shops are an important meeting place for many people, and we want to play a role in identifying and reducing loneliness.”
There will be times when we need the express lanes of life or even the self-checkout lines, but more often than not, we need the slower lines that nurture relationships and community. We need that warm hand to touch us, to encourage us, to lift us out of darkness, and to hold us steady against life’s storms.
I have never seen an intentional chat checkout line in the United States, though I have stood in countless slow lines that were not intentional. Given the pressures of Christmas shopping, I doubt if most people would welcome a slow line at Walmart. Yet there are life-changing moments that force us into the slow lane, and interruptions that play havoc with the most well-organized calendar. One of these is a birth!
The canopy of night had fallen on the little town of Bethlehem when all of eternity converged. Every home and lodging that night was crowded with families and strangers who had traveled long distances. Joseph and Mary finally found a warm, dry shelter, knowing the baby was coming. Scripture doesn’t record the actual birth details, but you can only imagine the panic on Joseph’s face when he heard Mary say, “The baby is coming.”
You can almost picture someone going to get the older woman in town who had delivered lots of babies. She served as the midwife to countless young mothers and helped them give birth to their babies. Nothing out of the ordinary for her, she knew how to comfort the mother and quickly took charge of the delivery. The panic on Joseph’s face was relaxing just a bit, Mary was breathing again, and a host of angels were getting ready to sing. This unknown, unrecorded lady held Mary’s wiggling, crying baby. She tenderly caressed the little body, drying the baby off and gently handing Jesus to Mary. Yet for a moment in time, she held Emmanuel, God with Us, looking deeply into the eyes of the One who came that all might have life. Her strong but tender hands held for the first time, eternity in her hands.
Mary held her baby close to her heart, then wrapped him in the cloths she had brought. The King of Kings was laid in a manger filled with clean, fresh hay—the sounds of her baby’s cries breaking the stillness of the moment. Mary, through tears of joy and happiness, looked into the face of Emmanuel, God with us. You can almost hear Mary softly singing to her baby, “My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant. From now on, all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me—holy is his name.”
The quiet room was soon filled with shepherds who came seeking to find and worship the Messiah. They had heard the Good News and left their sheep to seek someone greater. “But the angel said to them, Do not be afraid, I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David, a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.” (Luke 2:10-11)
“In the darkness of a church, the candles burn. They hold the darkness back, just barely hold it back. In the darkness of that Judean night, in the midst of nowhere, to parents who were nobody, the child was born, and whoever it was that delivered him, slapped his bare backside to start the breath going, and he cried out, as each on of us cried out, at the shock and strangeness of being born into the darkness of the world. Then, as the Gospels picture it, all heaven broke loose.” (Frederick Buechner, The Hungering Dark)
Heaven did burst open that night when “a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” (Luke 2:13-14)
Advent has been a time of waiting, even as we struggled to find space among the many things to do, people to meet, and activities to attend. Maybe you don’t feel it has been as quiet and reflective as you wanted, but hopefully, there have been moments where you could quietly sit and reflect on the One who came for you.
Jesus, we celebrate your first coming and look forward to your return. In this Christmas season, we pause to say thank you for your love and redeeming us out of darkness.
Merry Christmas. Blessings to you and your family.
God is great!


























