His Thoughts Are Not Mine

I heard a song the other day that I really liked. The music and vocals were really smooth. I love songs that tell a story and this was one of them.

The song is is "Cry of A Tiny Babe" by Bruce CockburnI listened to these lyrics and thought about Christmas in a brand new way:

"Like a stone on the surface of a still river
Driving the ripples on forever
Redemption rips through the surface of time
In the cry of a tiny babe"

Christmas was a true invasion. God, in the form of the Baby Jesus, stepped out of eternity and into time and space. He came here to make war; to save His people. The word "rips" seems like such an appropriate word. Creation not only met it's Creator, but it's Creator stepped into it. And the ripples go on forever... wow, deep.

And it happened not with trumpet blasts or planets exploding but in the cry of a tiny Babe. God came as an Infant to lead the charge. He is not like us. His ways are not ours. We need to remember that we are dealing with with an infinite, powerful and mysterious God when we come into His thrown room. There is more power in the small cry of a Baby than the explosion of planets? That's not man's logic.

Driving the ripples on forever...