Happy Friday, Friends!
Hope you’ve had a great week. I got the go-ahead today to wear eye make-up again. I am a little ashamed by how giddy I am to receive this news. Last Friday I went to an event that honored local doctors. Will was emceeing the event, and it started at 7:00pm. I came separately, snuck in there at 6:59 and I tried my darnedest to talk to no one. I almost didn’t know I was this vain. But when you’re halfway to 90, eye make-up is pretty dang important. Actually I shouldn’t say that, technically I’m not halfway there quite yet.
Anyway, if you’ve seen me in the last ten days and wondered what horrible thing has happened, I assure you, only a very good thing: Vision in my right eye went from 20/400 to 20/25, and starting today I can stop looking worn out and lash-less. Hooray!
But enough about that. Recently I was in an airport people watching. This is what I do in airports. I rarely read or do anything but just stare at everyone that walks by. Airports are such gratifying venues for people watching — I love it. I like to grab coffee and sit and watch. I hate when I have to just run to the gate — it feels like a wasted opportunity. Fortunately on this particular day, I had gobs of time. One beautiful young couple caught my eye. The girl thrust her phone into the guy’s face.
“I mean, seriously,” she said, “He might be my favorite baby of all time. Look at him!”
I don’t know why exactly I found this little exchange so charming, but it was so sweet and genuine. I had no problem believing that her friend’s baby wholly deserved this favorite-ever declaration. He just had to be a darling child. Of course, this girl had never seen my babies. My gosh they were cute. Their beautiful eyes, soft little heads, chunky thighs, kissy mouths, button noses — golly they were gorgeous little guys.
Still, none of them were my favorite of all time. Only one baby could hold that title, and I never did see him or hold him, but Mary did. Yes, Jesus is my favorite baby of all time — He has to be.
Because Jesus left heaven and came to earth, my sins are forgiven and my eternal destiny secured. Isn’t it interesting that the Creator and Sustainer of the universe humbled himself to be a baby born in a manger, wrapped, not in the universal hospital blanket we all know and love, but rags? How can He not be your favorite baby of all time?
One of my very favorite passages is from Hebrews 4:14-16 which says,
Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.