Not only am I a preacher, but I’m a PK — preacher’s kid. My father was a pastor before me.
Once when I was a teenager, we were moving, and mom ran out of packing boxes. She asked me to go to the grocery store and see if I could get some more boxes. When I arrived at the grocery store, the manager informed me that they had just disposed of most of their boxes, but he said, “You can try the liquor store — they have lots of boxes.”
So I went to the liquor store in that town, and sure enough, they had plenty of empty boxes that they were glad for me to take. I thought mom would be pleased, since many of the boxes had separate compartments that would be perfect for storing small things. However, mom was not exactly enthusiastic when I showed up with loads of empty liquor boxes.
“You went WHERE?” she softly shouted. She was probably wondering if a deacon saw the Baptist pastor's son going into the liquor store.
When I explained that it was the suggestion of the grocery store manager, she relaxed and told me to put them over in the corner, but she did not plan to use them.
As we continued to pack, mom asked me to hand her one of those Jack Daniel’s boxes to store her glasses in, so they wouldn’t break. I guess she finally decided that the devil had used them long enough, and it was time for the Lord to get some good out of them.
God did something similar when he sent Jesus to earth.
The perfect, holy, pure Son of God came to earth, wrapping himself in the flesh of the sinful, wicked human race, although He was without sin Himself (Hebrews 4:15). When the angel Gabriel first heard about it, maybe he said to God, “You are sending the Son WHERE?”
Like my mom with the liquor boxes, God decided the devil had us long enough, and it was time for Him to reclaim us for His purposes. Not only did He wrap Himself in the same flesh as sinful man, but he entrusted to mankind to pass on the good news of salvation by faith in the sacrifice of Christ upon the cross. The apostle Paul, speaking about the precious gospel being carried by sinful man, says, “Now we have this treasure in clay jars, so that this extraordinary power may be from God and not from us” (2 Corinthians 4:7, HCSB).
This is the wonder of the Incarnation — not that God came as a cute baby, but that a holy God descended into the muck and mire of human sin to save us. The act of God using us as his “clay jars” is not only more shocking than the Baptist preacher’s son using empty liquor boxes, but it was also far more redemptive. Thank God that He loved us that much!
(Copyright 2013 by Bob Rogers. Email: brogers@fbcrincon.com. Read this column each Friday in the Herald. Visit my blog at www.bobrogers.me.)
