Last night, John and I went to
Andrew Peterson's "Behold the Lamb of God" concert. Shameless plug: we CANNOT recommend this concert highly enough! This was our second time seeing it, and it's by far the best concert we've ever been to. If it comes to your area, make every attempt to go!
The first half of the concert is his friends on this tour with him taking turns playing a couple of their own songs (this time, it was people like Bebo Norman, Andy Osenga, Jill Phillips, and Andy Gullahorn). The second half of the concert is the "Behold the Lamb of God" piece, with songs taking you through the Old Testament and ending with the birth of Christ. Amazing stuff, especially since so much of the focus in churches zeroes in on the prophecy in Isaiah and then the actual birth is Matthew and Luke. What this fails to take into account is that Jesus is found throughout the entire Bible, not just a few prophecies in the Old Testament and then making his grand entrance in the New Testament. That's why I appreciate this concert so much--it's a very basic Old Testament survey, weaving together the Story of God from the beginning and culminating in the New Testament birth of Christ.
There is one song that is done in this concert, "
Labor of Love," that has really come to mean a lot to me. The entire Christmas season has always been my favorite time of year, but this year it really is special to me. Maybe it's because we'll be spending Christmas with my entire family (immediate and extended) for the first time in our married life, maybe it's because it's actually cold outside and we get to wear sweaters and stuff, but mostly it's because our son was born two days after Christmas. Going through the events immediately prior to Jesus' birth makes me truly appreciate my own birth experience. For instance, I am truly grateful I didn't need to ride a donkey to the hospital. I'm thankful that I was able to give birth in a hospital with the assistance of a doctor and nurses instead of in a stable with only the animals and my husband in attendance. I'm so incredibly thankful for the epidural to allow for a pain-free experience (can't even begin to imagine what it would have been like without it!). But then there is the shared experience with Mary of holding the first-born son for the first time. It's amazing to me to think that when she held Jesus, she was holding God Almighty. Holding Brennan for the first time was the most amazing experience of my life, but he's not God. I wonder what that would have been like to be holding the child you've just delivered and know that you were holding the Creator of the universe. What an amazing thought.
This year, among so many other things, I'll be rejoicing in the two best Christmas gifts we could have ever been given: the gift of Jesus Christ and the gift of Brennan Downer (even though he came two days after Christmas, he still counts as a Christmas present!).