Matchbox Cars, GI Joes, and Jesus

And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us….

It’s an amazing truth. Jesus became human. The Word created the world, but He became part of our world. The incarnation is the enfleshment of the Word. Remaining what He always had been—God, He became what He never had been—human, ever so to remain—the God-man.

I played with Matchbox and Hot Wheels cars when I was a kid. We had a sandbox in our backyard and I remember carving out roads and tunnels and caves. It seemed so cool to me. And, as a boy would, I imagined what it would be like to actually live in my little sandbox world. It seemed cooler than the real world I actually lived in. After all, in my dreams I would be able to drive these Hot Wheels cars.

I also played with G.I. Joes—the full size one with a stubbly beard and a realistic facial scar. Oh, and for the record, they are not dolls; they are action figures. My brother and I would play in our basement with them. We strung string all over the basement imagining that our GI Joes could go hand over hand wherever they needed to go to fight. And again I imagined what it would be like to actually be a GI Joe. As a child it seemed pretty epic.

But I never entered either of those worlds. I was stuck with being human. I was always outside of those worlds I created.

Maturity helped me understand that entering those worlds would not have been good. For one, our sandbox world sometimes ended with plastic soldiers placed all over it and me and my friend throwing baseballs at them. The sandbox world got laid waste.

And for the GI Joes, they got lost, misplaced, or laid aside for years. Sometimes they lost arms—they always lost shirts and boots for some reason. On the coldest day in our basement, my GI Joe was shirtless.

In retrospect, it wouldn’t have been a good idea to enter those worlds. It was good to be above them, apart from them.

…and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth.

Did you ever watch ants as a kid? Maybe you even had an ant farm where you could see them construct their vast tunnel structure underground. Maybe, like a lot of kids, you wished you could be an ant even if just for a day so you could crawl around their tunnels.

But entering that world isn’t a good idea either. Lots of ants get squashed by humans. Some get fried by the magnifying glass in the hand of a young boy in Green Bay, WI in the summer of 1980… just an example. No one in specific. 😉

What’s the distance between you and a Matchbox world? … What’s the distance between you and a GI Joe world? … What’s the distance between you and an ant world? It’s a pretty big distance, right? It sounds fun to experience for a 10-year old, but if you could actually do it, you wouldn’t. It would be so far beneath you. You wouldn’t become “enfleshed” in plastic to save your Hot Wheels from certain death from a baseball. You wouldn’t become an ant to lecture them on the benefits of capitalism or how democracy could change their world.

Why would God become human? It’s way more ridiculous than a boy becoming a GI Joe. I use ridiculous respectfully. It’s an outlandish idea. It’s preposterous. It’s so far beneath the God of the universe. He created this world; he wouldn’t enter it.

And yet exactly that is what we celebrate at Christmas. God the Son became human. The distance between you and an ant is finite. It’s a big distance, but it’s measurable. The distance between God and man is infinite. And God became man. Jesus was born in a stable—a world he created he came to rescue.

And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth. … No one has seen God at any time; the only begotten God who is in the bosom of the Father, He has explained Him. John 1:14, 18 (NASB95)