Friday, February 7, 2020

How Many Kings

This morning, I was listening to the song How Many Kings by Downhere. Yes, a Christmas song. In February. Generally, I dislike Christmas music. It tends to be quite gimmick-y and, honestly, a little cheesy. You're a societal laughingstock if you listen to Christmas music before November 1 (even that is debatable, with some Scrooges insisting that Christmas music not be played before Thanksgiving, or even December 1). Okay, maybe labelling the holly jolly and their critics as "laughingstocks" and "Scrooges" is a bit much, but listening to Christmas music outside of a specified window of time is definitely not socially acceptable.

Is Easter music as "time-restricted" though? We listen to songs of Christ's resurrection and sing them at church year round. Why is the incarnation different? Both are central to the Gospel message.

My point is not to demand that worship leaders choose more Christmas songs when planning services throughout the year, or even to defend my own listening/worship habits, but I want to encourage us to think about the Gospel message as a whole. The chorus of How Many Kings is as follows. I believe it encompasses the Gospel quite beautifully:

How many kings stepped down from their thrones?
How many lords have abandoned their homes?
How many greats have become the least for me?
How many gods have poured out their hearts
To romance a world that has torn all apart?
How many fathers gave up their sons for me?

One of the greatest miracles of all time is that God humbled Himself to become a man. Humility doesn't even begin to cover it. John Eldredge compares it in his book Beautiful Outlaw to Albert Einstein, in all his knowledge, sitting in a class full of kindergarteners and completely outsmarting them because, well, he's Einstein. That doesn't make him a kindergartener. But Jesus was fully human. Fully God, yes, but he spent nine months developing in Mary's womb. He had to learn to walk and talk. The God who calls the stars by name had to learn the name for everything. Human.

By no means was he faking it. The God who never tires had a physical need to sleep. If he weren't fully human, he wouldn't have been able to suffer on the cross as he did. He felt every lash of the whip. A God who is so separated from humanity would have no idea what that is like.

God deserves to be praised not just for what He's done, but for who He is. Father. Son. Spirit. None of this would have been possible if God were not who He is.

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