Matthew: God with Mary and Joseph

I finally found the scripture that will surely be the most tattooed verse on millennials upper arms next year. It’s a toss up between Matthew 1:9 and Matthew 1:10. Brace yourself:

Uzziah the father of Jotham, Jotham the father of Ahaz, Ahaz the father of Hezekiah, Hezekiah the father of Manasseh, Manasseh the father of Amon, Amon the father of Josiah. 

Matthew 1:9-10

Just kidding. Calm down. ?

Matthew is the first account we have of Jesus in the Bible. I find myself thinking about Mary giving birth to Jesus and how insane her parenting style must have been. I constantly wonder how she went about her day while taking care of legitimately the most important person to ever live… and they didn’t even have a minivan!!!

In our family, we freak out about massively huge things such as crickets in the kitchen, seeing the mailman, and playing board games that don’t end in attempted murder (just kidding, we don’t play board games). Just think about the weight of the world Mary and Joseph must have felt all the time.

The Bible doesn’t go into great detail about the years when Jesus was a boy, but those years always fascinate me especially around Christmas.

We think about Christ as a baby and often disconnect small baby Jesus from what He will become, but actually already was. I think of little baby Yoda, just floating around in his little bassinet with his beautiful green ears and tiny feet and then think how insanely powerful he would grow up to be. It’s nearly impossible to connect a little bundle of innocence and vulnerability with power and strength. And yet, Christ is the most powerful human to ever live, the greatest ruler, the kindest soul and the most brilliant theologian. 

It’s beautiful that Matthew shows us the rise of Christ from birth to His death. We really get to learn what God with us means as He was born by a virgin, spread the Word with his disciples, laid down the law for how we should live, then was crucified. This book is such a powerful opportunity for us to share. He started as a little baby (I secretly hope he was one of those fat little floppy babies) and ended his human life in the most amazing way as He ascended above.

I challenge each and every one of you this year to try hard to:

  • Separate the holiday from the religion. 
  • Separate the traditions from the biblical transcriptions. 
  • Separate the presents from His presence.