Going to my grandparent’s house at Christmas was the ultimate experience for a kid! Being with all my cousins, and eating all of grandma’s goodies, are really special memories to me.
My favorite memory was hanging out with grandpa
He had an amazing way of including me in whatever he was doing. I would help him paint, mow the lawn, play guitar, take naps, etc.
As I think back about my grandpa, what stands out to me the most isn’t so much the things I did with him, although it was always fun and I learned a lot. What’s indelible in my mind is the way he would come, stoop down on his knees in front of me, then pull me in with his arms and say, “Joely, I could really use your help.”
Grandpa didn’t really need my help
It wasn’t about what he was doing, or the passing on of the finer points of home improvement and maintenance to the next generation. It was about a grandpa loving his grandson so much that he made a way to be with him.
And that’s is exactly what God did through Jesus Christ. Theologians call it the Condescension of God. Paul tells us:
He made Himself of no reputation…coming in the likeness of men.(Philippians 2:6, 8)
God stooped down to our level
My grandpa died in 1979. I miss doing stuff with him. He’s with the Lord though. In fact, he probably nudges God occasionally around this time of the year and says, “Don’t forget Joely.” And God hasn’t. He now lives in me by the Holy Spirit. And one day He will stoop down in person to where I am and take me to be with Him forever.
Grandpa will be there too. And I imagine he’s got a bunch of stuff he needs my help with.
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