The Path No One Was Looking For
That’s why Christmas matters in a way that still unsettles me.
God didn’t arrive with force or spectacle. He didn’t come wrapped in authority or positioned at the center of influence. There was no demand for allegiance, no display of dominance meant to silence opposition. Instead, He came quietly, choosing vulnerability over power and obscurity over recognition.
A child.
Born into limitation. Born into dependence. Born into the very mess humanity had been trying and failing to clean up on its own.
After centuries of failure, we would expect a solution that looked strong and unmistakable. But God chose a path that looked weak by every worldly standard. That wasn’t an accident. It was the point.
This wasn’t God shouting instructions from a distance. This was God stepping fully into the human experience. Into temptation and loss, into suffering and grief, into the weight we all carry whether we talk about it or not. Jesus didn’t come merely to show us a better way to behave. He came to heal what had been broken at its source.
The path He offered was nothing like the ones we had been chasing. It didn’t begin with climbing higher or proving ourselves worthy. It began with surrender, with trust, with restoration that works from the inside out.
That path has changed me, slowly and imperfectly. I’ve walked enough other roads to know where they lead. I’ve chased success, approval, control, and certainty, and none of them quieted the ache for very long.
This one did something different. It didn’t remove struggle from my life, but it changed my direction.
And direction matters more than momentum.
Christmas isn’t about preserving a moment in history. It’s about God making a way where none existed, opening a path that leads somewhere completely different than the one the world keeps selling us.
Maybe that’s why this season still stirs us. The ache we try so hard to decorate isn’t a flaw or a weakness. It’s a signal. Something was broken. Someone came to heal it. And the path is still there, quiet and patient, waiting to be noticed.
Whether we’re ready to walk it is something each of us has to wrestle with for ourselves.
If this idea of a different path stirs something in you, and you’re not sure what to do with it, you don’t have to sort it out alone. If you want to talk, ask questions, or simply wrestle with it out loud, I’m here. No pressure. Just a conversation. Reach out anytime.
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