“Come on in. The baby is with Marta. He is a delight!” Mary joined the excitement of her family celebrating Marta’s new baby boy.
“Look, he has ears like Marta’s.”
“His tiny toes are like hers too. See the little one is twisted a bit to the left.”
“Say what you like, but he mostly looks like his father,” crowed the father, Elias, with pride.
On the way home, Mary and Joseph mused about the little baby boy. Joseph questioned, “I wonder how your son will look. Will he look anything like me?”
In the wakeful watch of the night, Mary considered this matter. She knew only one thing. He will be a boy. A boy who is the Son of God. Will he look like me—my eyes, my fingernails? Will he even have eyes and fingernails? Does God have eyes and fingernails? I’m a girl so he probably won’t look very much like me? Will he have bushy eyebrows like Joseph’s? Will he look like Joseph, even though he is not Joseph’s son? Will he look like King David, our mutual ancestor from centuries before? Will he look like the Angel who came to me from God? What does God look like? Maybe he will look like Adam, God’s created man. Mary drifted off to sleep….she will know before many more days.
On Christmas night, Joseph delivered the baby boy into Mary’s hands. She placed him at her breasts filling his first needs on earth – mother’s love and his first meal just like every other newborn baby. Looking him over from head to toe, she saw a perfect man child.
Now she knows. “Yes, Joseph, he looks very much like you.”
He looked very much like Every Man, with the Spirit of his Father.
John 14:9 “….He that has seen me has seen the Father…”