And the Word Became Flesh

Lou Lotz

Read: John 1:1-14

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. (v. 1)

Of all the hard things the Bible asks us to believe, the hardest of all might be this: that the Word—the divine creative energy that brought the universe into being, and holds it together even today, this very minute—is made flesh in a baby born in a barn in Bethlehem.

“He [the Word] was in the beginning with God,” says John (v. 2). “All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made” (v. 3). That infant, surrounded by simple shepherds and smoking piles of manure, “by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible” (Col. 1:16). That tiny fist grasping a manger straw created the cosmos. Those milky lips belong to the one who spoke the universe into being, and who flung the stars into space. The eternal God who existed before creation now blinks up into the face of his mother, Mary.

“The Word became flesh and dwelt among us” (v. 14). We speak those words so casually, so matter-of-factly, scarcely thinking about their stupefying, jaw-dropping significance. The one who was in the beginning, the creator of everything that exists, that one became flesh and involved himself in the human predicament, dying on the cross for your sins and mine. Truly, like Moses at the burning bush, we are standing here on holy ground. —Lou Lotz

As you pray, tell the Lord, “I believe; help my unbelief!” (Mark 9:24).