Remember how it felt to be a child on Christmas Eve? You were sent off to bed wearing new red and green striped pajamas. The neighbor’s twinkling Christmas lights were peeking through the edges of your curtains. The anticipation of the morning ahead was enough to keep you tossing and turning in your bed for hours. You waited for what felt like centuries, and as soon as daylight peeked into your bedroom, you shot out of bed. Christmas had arrived!
For what was actually centuries, God’s people waited for the Messiah. God used Isaiah to foretell of His arrival. He would be born a baby and would rule the nations. His names would display His character. He would be the “Wonderful Counselor” who was here to equip His nation with righteousness. He would be “Mighty God,” performing miracles only God is capable of. He would be “Everlasting Father,” a distinct figure of the Trinity, yet fully and completely the eternal God. He would be the “Prince of Peace,” the sovereign ruler over all nations.
Seven hundred years after Isaiah spoke those words, the angel reminded Mary that God is faithful to do what He says. It’s hard to wait a few weeks for Christmas; can you imagine waiting seven hundred years? God’s timing is always perfect, though, and the baby was born to a virgin just as promised (Matthew 1:23). He was called Immanuel, which means “God with us”—the most wonderful name of all. God came to be with us; Jesus came to earth, He lived a perfect life, He died an undeserved death, and He rose again. We only have relationship with the Father because of Jesus’ life on earth.