A moving truck pulls up to the place across the street.
It looks like someone is finally moving in.
The boxes and furniture are unloaded; all the stuff of a human life is stacked up and taped together, brown cardboard and packing tape holding everything together.
They finish. A man comes outside. They sign some papers and the truck pulls away.
The man stands there for a second afterword, and that is when we recognize him.
It is the Lord God Almighty. The Lord has moved into the neighborhood.
Oh my God.
What should we do?
We could go over and say hello, welcome God to the neighborhood, bring a meal over, or maybe invite God over…
But the Lord does have a reputation. You know how God always gets people involved in things and getting them to rearrange their lives.
No. We like things as they are. The Lord can rearrange some other neighborhood, this one is just fine, we do not want or need the inconvenience of the Holy One getting involved in our affairs.
The neighbors, once they think about it, are not going to be happy at all. The neighborhood is definitely going downhill, the property values are going to suffer.
Someone should go over there and set things straight with the Lord God, just not me, let someone else do that.
Remember how ole Job tried to set God straight? Then God showed up in that whirlwind, and Job just up and changed his mind after all he had been through and decided that God was doing just a fine job.
Well the Lord can go do a fine job with someone else, I’m not going over there and get brain washed by the power and the glory and who knows what else. He just loves any ole excuse to talk, even if it’s to argue, perhaps especially that.
What’s that? You say he’s coming out the door and walking this way? He’s coming up the walk to my door?
Oh sweet Jesus, I hear the Lord Jesus knocking on my door.
What could he want? He better not say a cup of sugar, he’s the Lord, he can make his own sugar can’t he?
Well, I guess I can let him in this once.
But if the Lord thinks my life should be rearranged he will be disappointed.
Things were just fine before he moved onto my street and started knocking on my door.
I wonder what this all about?
He’s still knocking. Time to answer the door.
But only just this once.
The Word became flesh and blood and moved into the neighborhood.
Uh oh.
Merry Christmas.