The Birthday of a King

A little piece of my heart flew away yesterday. It was the size and shape of my daughter and her precious baby boy. I knew it would happen and that yesterday was the day. They were only here for two weeks after all. But somehow it must have gotten lost in the translation from my brain to my heart, because the reality of it, the FACT of it, felt like a kick in the gut.

I wonder if this feeling of overwhelming grief that I won’t see my daughter or her family for a very long time… Unable to hold my grandbaby in my arms again until he is walking and doesn’t want to be held… is this heartache even a drop in the bucket compared to the heartache God must have felt when He said goodbye to His only son? On the day Jesus was born in Bethlehem, was God grieving over His son, knowing what Jesus would have to walk through on this earth before His Father would see Him again?

The song in my head this morning is The Birthday of a King. I accompanied a wonderful tenor a few days ago on this old hymn, which was written in 1890 by William Neidlinger. It is beautiful in its simplicity.

Alleluia! O how the angels sang.
Alleluia! How it rang!
And the sky was bright with a holy light
’Twas the birthday of a King.

I know the Angels were singing alleluias. I know that Mary, Jesus’ mother, was overcome with joy for her newborn son. And maybe Joseph was able to put aside all his worries when he saw that precious newborn king in Mary’s arms. But God??? I don’t know. I DO know that my heart aches a little for God, and that one of the questions I’ll have for Him when I get to heaven someday is, “How could you let Him go?” Not “why”… I know why, and I am eternally grateful for the gift!!!!

Maybe the “how” is a little like how I could put my daughter and grandson on that plane yesterday. Because I had no choice. Because it was the only way she could get home. God sent His son because He had no choice if the world was to be saved. Jesus’ birth was the only way we could have a hope of ever getting home… To our heavenly HOME.

If God’s heart hurt like mine does right now… Well, that’s a God who loves me and a God I can love right back.

Click here to listen to The Birthday of a King. This is the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir version. I confess… I’m a huge fan!

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2 thoughts on “The Birthday of a King

  1. Martha, after discovering your blog today, I have spent most of the afternoon reading many of the earlier posts. Many of them have touched my heart but none like this one. As I lay here in bed and write this, the tears are flowing!, How could God have let his Son go for such a worthless world. He loved us beyond anything we can comprehend and I am so glad I got the opportunity to love HIM back
    And know that I can ask along with you, “How could you let him go?” Jean

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    1. Your comment has brought tears to my eyes, Jean. Such a priceless gift at such great cost, and all we have to do is let go of what we are holding onto so very tightly so we can take hold of it!

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