Why are we so obsessed with cute cuddly little baby Jesus?
Don’t get me wrong. I love the little guy, asleep on the hay.
But what about grown up, powerful Jesus? Isn’t Christmas about him, too?
You know, Jesus who changed the world at the age of thirty.
Wielder of Truth. Master of the Universe!
Do you remember He-Man?
I was 13 in the 1983, the year that “He-Man and the Masters of the Universe” debuted on TV.
I wasn’t particularly interested.
In part, it’s because I was getting too old for Saturday morning cartoons, but there was another reason:
He-Man was a big ole’ macho sword wielding barbarian, and I didn’t want to be part of a universe that had someone like that as its master.
But maybe I was wrong.
I mean, can you imagine Christmas if we sang “Oh Come Oh Come HE-MANuel?
Now there’s a laugh! But it would change the complexion of the season, to be sure.
Instead of candlelight, we’d aim spotlights in the night sky, cheering and stomping, waiting for him to appear.
Forget the cute and cuddly baby in the manger, we’d be ready for battle against the forces of evil.
And no more gentle “Silent Night” songs. We’d be singing loud rock ballads with all the passion we could summon.
Christmas would be a loud and proud celebration of our hero: The man, the miracle, JC!!!
What do you think?
Okay, Jesus as He-Man might be a little too much testosterone. A little too much “Defender of the Faith” and not enough “Prince Of Peace”.
But somewhere between the gentle baby and the action hero lies the Jesus I want to honor this Christmas.
The one who stood up for the hopeless and fought injustice and did it all not with a sword, but with a love stronger than any other force in the universe.
This year, on Christmas Eve, I hope to remember…
It’s not just a baby shower,
It’s the original hour of power.
Have a great week,