ON THE FIRST day of Christmas my True Love sent
to me a partridge in a pear tree.
That partridge is
Jesus of the Nativity, and the pear tree is seen either as an allusion to the
Nativity or to his cross. I’ll focus on the latter image.
The Father
in heaven sent to planet earth,
The
Incarnation by a divine conception and birth,
He came to
earth to show women and men,
That to live is to
live in him as born again.
Birth and death
are bookends of the Christ. So it is fitting that the final line of all the
verses finishes in the contemplative strophe.
Our True Love sent
us dual gifts on the first day of Christmas: a mere infant who would become the
Saviour, and a Saviour who would become our Lord and King.
Birth
implies death,
A life well
lived in all its parts,
That was
Jesus’ life,
The Saviour of
human hearts.
Jesus’ birth implies as much about our salvation as his death on
the cross actually does. That the Father would send himself, an emissary of God, in his
only begotten Son, to be a vulnerable human being like us, is astonishing. That
he would bear himself and hold himself open, as to give of himself in such a
way, as to give himself to us; for us!
Jesus’ birth is the Advent of the Forgiveness of Sin; the Father’s
Restorer of Creation. Once the baby was born, the coming of God into the world — not
to condemn the world, but to redeem it — the process of redemption was set in
motion. This little baby, who would grow into an unassuming and curious boy,
who would learn a carpenter’s apprenticeship, and who would practice that
craft, would, within a few decades, take the mantle of World’s Messiah — to which
he had been born to hold.
Jesus’ death is the Fulfilment of God’s Indelible Promise; what
God has created remains at God’s interminable disposal. Creation is God’s and nothing can
split creation asunder from the Godhead. What he created is ever at his grasp
and retention. God, and only God, could own what God eternally owns. So we
are his! There’s to be no fear. Nothing we can do can separate us from him,
because of Christ.
Jesus’ death,
together with his birth; the tree to
which the partridge perches.
On the
first day of Christmas my True Love sent to
me a partridge in a pear tree.
We are forever forgiven.
And then, before
Jesus, was John… the second day of
Christmas (coming next).
© 2015 Steve
Wickham.
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