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Coloring Pages Of Baby Jesus Biography
The movie "Talladega Nights" is a lampoon poking fun at Southern idiocracy surrounding NASCAR. Its main character Ricky Bobby, played by Will Ferrell, is obsessed with visualizing Jesus as a baby, and insists that all prayers be directed accordingly. Ricky Bobby's fascination with the infant Jesus became a pop-culture sensation; irreverent references to "baby Jesus" were omnipresent in mainstream America. Despite the sarcastic intentions of the film, Ricky Bobby's fascination with "Baby Jesus," rescued me. It inspired a shift in my perception, which enabled me to find peace. I was reeling from a diagnosis of infertility. After years of hoping and trying for a baby, I could not imagine a life with that singular desire unfulfilled. I felt empty--literally and figuratively. I was miserable and angry, and had such contempt for God that I could not even seek His comfort when my need for Him was greatest.
I remember a plague of insomnia: I would lay awake at night, feeling alone and abandoned as the sadness and anger would swell by the hour. To indulge my resentment, I focused on aspects of faith that were particularly aggravating to me at the time. For instance, the first commandment was especially annoying, "You shall have no other gods before Me." I interpreted that as God just stating the obvious, asserting His dominance, and tooting His own horn. Obviously there is no other God (much less 'gods'), so what was the point of telling us to hold him above others? It seemed boastful, competitive, and self-centered. It never occurred to me that the term "gods" was not simply referring to other deities, but to anything that humans may deify--including the God-given desire for a baby. It also did not occur to me, that the contempt I held for God, was simply a reflection of how I felt about myself.
Clearly, I had some issues that were probably made worse by a cocktail of hormone soup in my brain resulting from depression and infertility drugs, but the deal I had with God seemed pretty unfair to me. He petitioned me to fulfill the longings of His heart [my worship and praise], and then denied me the singular desire of my heart [a baby]. The tipping point was that I believed that He both gave me the desire for a child, and denied it to me. I simply could not reconcile the notion that my God was so cruel, but the evidence was undeniable-this drove me to the brink of insanity. The yearning finally became too much. My sadness and anger grew by the day until it swelled into a tsunami. The weak little levees of faith that remained were simply overwhelmed. The wave slammed down, and hurled me into whirlpool of self-pity whose violent churning drowned the last kernels of my will. It pushed hope so far beyond my reach, that I felt like I died inside. From that point on, I was like an automaton; I just went through the motions of a passionless, empty life. I needed resurrection.
Enter Ricky Bobby.
Of all places to hear God speak, I least expected it come from a ridiculous (and probably blasphemous) scene in "Talladega Nights." The notorious scene is set at mealtime, and Will Ferrell's character reveals his preference for baby Jesus over grown-up Jesus while he says grace. The Ricky Bobby character opens his prayer with a physical description of how he pictured Jesus as a newborn. Fortunately, the mockery did not blemish the image of the infant Christ that was conjured in my mind's eye. And once a picture of baby Jesus fully absorbed into my consciousness, it hit me. As if a reset button were pushed in my mind--everything suddenly became clear. The whirlpool stopped, the tsunami evaporated, and all of my anger and sadness vanished. I had clarity of thought, and giggled with joy as my heart filled up with hope. God's grace found and rescued me… using a most unlikely agent.The realization was simple, my Lord was a baby too, a sweet, beautiful little baby boy. Because His nature is eternal, everything He ever was, He still is! It is impossible to fathom the entirety of God, so believers tend to focus on more tangible aspects of him. Every kernel of His being has a purpose. He thought of everything! Whatever you are missing, there is something in His nature that will replenish you. In my case, it was the re-realization that He is not only God, but also human. That although His full nature is beyond my comprehension, the entirety of Him lives in me through the Holy Spirit--including little baby Jesus.
Coloring Pages Of Baby Jesus Biography
The movie "Talladega Nights" is a lampoon poking fun at Southern idiocracy surrounding NASCAR. Its main character Ricky Bobby, played by Will Ferrell, is obsessed with visualizing Jesus as a baby, and insists that all prayers be directed accordingly. Ricky Bobby's fascination with the infant Jesus became a pop-culture sensation; irreverent references to "baby Jesus" were omnipresent in mainstream America. Despite the sarcastic intentions of the film, Ricky Bobby's fascination with "Baby Jesus," rescued me. It inspired a shift in my perception, which enabled me to find peace. I was reeling from a diagnosis of infertility. After years of hoping and trying for a baby, I could not imagine a life with that singular desire unfulfilled. I felt empty--literally and figuratively. I was miserable and angry, and had such contempt for God that I could not even seek His comfort when my need for Him was greatest.
I remember a plague of insomnia: I would lay awake at night, feeling alone and abandoned as the sadness and anger would swell by the hour. To indulge my resentment, I focused on aspects of faith that were particularly aggravating to me at the time. For instance, the first commandment was especially annoying, "You shall have no other gods before Me." I interpreted that as God just stating the obvious, asserting His dominance, and tooting His own horn. Obviously there is no other God (much less 'gods'), so what was the point of telling us to hold him above others? It seemed boastful, competitive, and self-centered. It never occurred to me that the term "gods" was not simply referring to other deities, but to anything that humans may deify--including the God-given desire for a baby. It also did not occur to me, that the contempt I held for God, was simply a reflection of how I felt about myself.
Clearly, I had some issues that were probably made worse by a cocktail of hormone soup in my brain resulting from depression and infertility drugs, but the deal I had with God seemed pretty unfair to me. He petitioned me to fulfill the longings of His heart [my worship and praise], and then denied me the singular desire of my heart [a baby]. The tipping point was that I believed that He both gave me the desire for a child, and denied it to me. I simply could not reconcile the notion that my God was so cruel, but the evidence was undeniable-this drove me to the brink of insanity. The yearning finally became too much. My sadness and anger grew by the day until it swelled into a tsunami. The weak little levees of faith that remained were simply overwhelmed. The wave slammed down, and hurled me into whirlpool of self-pity whose violent churning drowned the last kernels of my will. It pushed hope so far beyond my reach, that I felt like I died inside. From that point on, I was like an automaton; I just went through the motions of a passionless, empty life. I needed resurrection.
Enter Ricky Bobby.
Of all places to hear God speak, I least expected it come from a ridiculous (and probably blasphemous) scene in "Talladega Nights." The notorious scene is set at mealtime, and Will Ferrell's character reveals his preference for baby Jesus over grown-up Jesus while he says grace. The Ricky Bobby character opens his prayer with a physical description of how he pictured Jesus as a newborn. Fortunately, the mockery did not blemish the image of the infant Christ that was conjured in my mind's eye. And once a picture of baby Jesus fully absorbed into my consciousness, it hit me. As if a reset button were pushed in my mind--everything suddenly became clear. The whirlpool stopped, the tsunami evaporated, and all of my anger and sadness vanished. I had clarity of thought, and giggled with joy as my heart filled up with hope. God's grace found and rescued me… using a most unlikely agent.The realization was simple, my Lord was a baby too, a sweet, beautiful little baby boy. Because His nature is eternal, everything He ever was, He still is! It is impossible to fathom the entirety of God, so believers tend to focus on more tangible aspects of him. Every kernel of His being has a purpose. He thought of everything! Whatever you are missing, there is something in His nature that will replenish you. In my case, it was the re-realization that He is not only God, but also human. That although His full nature is beyond my comprehension, the entirety of Him lives in me through the Holy Spirit--including little baby Jesus.
Coloring Pages Of Baby Jesus
Coloring Pages Of Baby Jesus
Coloring Pages Of Baby Jesus
Coloring Pages Of Baby Jesus
Coloring Pages Of Baby Jesus
Coloring Pages Of Baby Jesus
Coloring Pages Of Baby Jesus
Coloring Pages Of Baby Jesus
Coloring Pages Of Baby Jesus
Coloring Pages Of Baby Jesus
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