I remember changing Rachael’s diaper for the first time. Out came this strange tar-like substance. If it would have been any other kid than mine, I’m not sure I would have been so pleasant about it, but she was my daughter. Somehow, it didn’t stink. Somehow, it didn’t seem gross. From that day on, my life was different. Babies change everything.

Sleep came less often. I didn’t mind getting up in the middle of the night to feed her and rock her in the rocking chair. Nancy and I coordinated our work schedules, not to mention adjusting our hours when we both had time off. Gone were the days of taking off and doing what we wanted to do when we wanted to do them. Our worlds now revolved around another. Babies change everything.

When Jesus came on the scene, born in Bethlehem, in a lowly courtyard stable, little did the world know that this baby would change everything; not just in the life of Joseph and Mary, but literally the whole world. So eventful was the day of His birth that our calendar reminds us that we live in the year of our Lord, 2012.

God could have chosen to appear on earth a man, fully grown, fully capable of defending Himself against any enemy that might come against Him. Instead, He came as we all do; a helpless, needy infant requiring diaper changes, midnight feedings and gentle rocking in the middle of the night. Jesus became like us in all respects so that He would know how it felt like to be us; so that we would have a God to talk to who understands what we are going through. He took away any distance between us and the Father.

Babies change everything.