Right now I’m looking at a vintage manger scene I have. It is about 4 inches tall and has just three figures in it, a camel, Joseph and Mary holding the baby. The baby is about 1/4th of an inch long. It is the only decoration I have in the room. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve looked at it with wonder this year.
I keep thinking about all I’ve put out in past years to decorate. I couldn’t focus on anything because I had everything. Now I just keep looking at this tiny quarter-inch baby and it fills me.
Our first grandson was born a few months ago. He was 8 lbs. and 6 ounces, but tiny. I stared forever at the littleness of his pinky fingernail. I don’t even know how any of that works that we begin so tiny, but are pre-programmed to grow.
When God wanted to interject change into the soul of our world, God went tiny. I’m choosing tiny this season too.
I plan to be a tiny bit more rested and refreshed. I want to care a tiny bit more about others’ needs. I want to pray a tiny bit more; write a tiny bit more. I want to savor the sights, sounds and smells of the season a bit more. I want to light one candle and let that be enough.
So much about Christmas is big and loud and overdone. This weekend I was at a store where they ran out of shopping carts. The store was filled with people with every shopping cart the store owned. The people were filling the carts to overflowing. The line to check out looked like Six Flags, weaving to and fro several times and then still almost halfway through the store. Everyone had too much stuff. They are going to take all that stuff home and wrap it up and give it to other people who are going to have too much stuff.
I crave tiny. A quarter-inch baby is plenty to look at and have change my life. Thank you, God, for going tiny.