A baby arrived and they called Him Jesus. God called Him God With Us. Immanuel. God revealing Himself and sticking around. God taking the blame for the sin we have lived in, the sin we have served, then conquering death with the blow of His hand.
All of humanity needed a Savior, so He came. The only One fit for the job. And while here, He revealed Himself and showed us all that He is. All that we aren’t. All that we need. God With Us.
He saved us by taking the punishment, by taking our sin.
God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. (2 Cor. 5:21)
God With Us let Himself become sin so that we could become His righteousness. Immanuel traded places, took our spot, and then quenched the grave’s fury when He rolled away a tombstone and rose victorious. He gave His life to give us life. And God is with us because Immanuel lives.
He came for the joys. Like the birth of a child. God with us.
And for the sorrows. Like the subsequent desperate pleas of this clueless mom who feels so inadequate. God is with us. A car crashes into a family whose lives are instantly and forever changed. God is with us. Immanuel lives.
Immanuel, God with us, is alive and well.
A marriage falls apart and children are fatherless. Still, God is with us.
Because that’s what He does. Never leaves. Always loves. Always holds. Always lives. Always Immanuel.
God With Us lives and calls us who believe His ambassadors, His righteousness. He uses even us to bring His life to the lifeless. To let them know that He still lives. To tell the news of death’s defeat.
And this news, His life, it changes everything. For, truly, because He lives, we live too.