From my latest article in The American:
Many of my friends are having babies, and I am the proud godfather of little Olivia. So I know something of what I’m talking about when I say that babies are pretty helpless. Think of Jesus that first Christmas night — he couldn’t see farther than a few feet, he didn’t know that he controlled his hands, he couldn’t hold his head up, he couldn’t feed himself. And yet the Christian church boldly claims that this little baby is the eternal being worshiped and pondered and mythologized for centuries — the turning point of history, the necessary condition without which the universe, and all of us, would not exist.
That is some claim.
Could it be true? Could God have become man two thousand years ago on the first Christmas night?
Is Christmas possible?
Read the rest here.