Immanuel - God with us.

 

I heard the preacher on Christmas Eve speak about how all of Christmas could be summed up into the word: Immanuel (meaning God with us). I couldn't help myself, even though I had already something lined up to blog about, I found myself reflecting over and over about this and what it means that God came down in human form to be with us. Isn't that what Christians celebrate on Christmas, the birth of Jesus, God in human form?

He quoted this verse regarding Jesus:

"Look! The virgin will conceive a child! She will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel, which means 'God is with us.'" Matthew 1:23

Whoa, wait a minute, what? Put yourself for a second in the context of that day.

The fact that God was coming to earth could be terrifying if you believe in a God that is a punishing God, a God that is just waiting for you to make a mistake so he can give you the spanking you deserve. Maybe he was just coming bring down fire from heaven on those of us that didn't go to church or those that didn't pray before every meal.

Maybe your view of God is somewhat similar to Santa Claus and you hope maybe that you did enough good things to be on the "Nice" list instead of the "Naughty" list. Maybe he was coming to distribute blessings to those who were "worthy humans."

It could mean nothing, if you believe that God is a distant entity that doesn't care much to get involved in the human affairs of Earth. Maybe he just was coming as a tourist? To people watch? Get a closer look?

Isn't that crazy to think about? What is God like? He is coming to earth! How can I prepare for Him? What will I say to Him? How can I undo my past mess-ups, erase my ugliness, get my act together?

The good news is that the one thing God was coming to earth to accomplish was to show us His unfailing love. No hidden agenda, not to preach yet another condemning message, or remind us how we are all going to hell, but to show us how much He loves us. The kind of love a Father or Mother has for her children. Actually, an even bigger and depper love than that.

Amidst the mess of a selfish humanity, despite our hate for one another, while people were killing one another in anger, God came down. He didn't wait for things to be perfect because he just couldn't deal with our mess, instead he came down amidst the mess. He came to show us his love, a love so big that He died on the cross to carry all of our dirt away, as far as the east is from the west. No matter what the size of your selfish nature is, he forgave it all. He personally paid for it all. All my mistakes, gone.

Incredible.

And it all started at Christmas.

I am so glad you came down - Immanuel, God with us. Thank you God. Mold me to be better reflection of you, teach me to put down my weapons, show me how to love. Thank you for forgiving my mess-ups and mistakes.

my story



I wanted to start by sharing my story and how I ended up headed towards medical missions.

Let me mention that there was nothing fancy about it. At a young age I knew I wanted to help people out.

God really spoke to me through his word in the part of the gospels where he decides to wash his disciples' feet. Every time I read this passage, I felt like something was about to jump out of my chest. There he is, the Son of God, God in person, and he decides he is going to be the one to stoop down to wash his disciples feet before dinnertime. And the crazy thing about it is that the disciples let him, I mean would you let the president wash your feet? I think not, I would probably be like "Mr President, your highness, how about I wash my own feet, I can do it, you don't have to wash my feet, if you want I can wash yours (because this would feel more appropriate than him washin my stinky feet)."

Peter felt somewhat the same way as I do and protested when Jesus was about to wash his feet. I realize that serving is not only about serving: if you really want to be Jesus' disciple, you have to humble yourself to be served. I think Peter learned this lesson when Jesus corrected him, "if you won't let me wash your feet, then you have no part of me." True humility in serving is NOT a one-way street, you have to be humble enough to serve and to be served. In the end, Jesus insisted and Peter responded, "well if you have to, then wash all of me, not just my feet."

As I mentioned before, this story just really makes me feel uncomfortable and yet so much more passionate about the way Jesus would serve his disciples. One time when the disciples were arguing about who was the best disciple, Jesus said "whoever wants to be first must be servant of all." And that really resonates with me.

So my passion in life is to serve others, and since God also put a passion on my heart to become a doctor, that is how I plan to carry it out. As I said, nothing fancy.

One last thing: Ever since I remember I felt a strong sense that every person I came in contact with was an equal, and it was important to serve at an eye-to-eye level instead of from a perspective of superiority. Get rid of that "savior complex" that does no one any good. Practical ways of doing this include sustainibility (serve in a way that doesn't crash when you aren't there), empowering the local community as much as you can to do what you do (as the saying goes: teach a man to fish), and go there with the perspective that things should only change as much as the local community is willing it to.

How I see this playing out: Given my latin background having grown up in Chile, the plan is after residency is to serve in a latino community that has limited medical resources and plug into that community in the biggest sense of the word, to serve and be served.