Just a couple of months ago, late October, I said good-bye to an old friend, my 1993 Blue Cadillac Deville. Sweet William and I had purchased it used in 2001 from a couple who only drove to Southeast Christian Church on Sundays. Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly like that. We did, however, feel like we got a great used car that had been cared for and had low mileage for its age. It was big and roomy, had leather seats and a few bells and whistles, luxurious compared to what I was used to. And it had horsepower!
At the time of purchase, my two granddaughters fit comfortably in the back seat. When the grandson came along, there was plenty of room for all three of them. People who rode with me often said, “This car sure rides nice.” And it did. I loved driving that big blue car. We became friends.
I was fairly recognizable driving around my home town. Not very many people drive light blue Cadis, so I was spotted easily.
As the years and the mileage crept up on the Cadi, more repairs were needed. It was in the shop so many times our auto repair guy at Chuck’s Automotive came to expect us regularly. The last time the Cadi broke down on the side of the road this summer, I didn’t know whether to call Chuck or the county coroner.
Bill and I began to think about looking for another car. After trying out several makes, models, and sizes, we found a pretty little black Honda Accord, 2007 with low mileage. It was another gently used car that we hoped would serve us for many years.
Now I’m driving incognito, no longer easily recognized as people pass me on the street. Have you noticed how many black cars are on the road? Do you know how many black cars are in the parking lots? A bunch, let me tell you. I stood beside one, pressing the key’s remote unlock button over and over while nothing happened. “Is the battery already dead in this thing?” I thought, quite exasperated. Then I discovered it was not my car.
Recently I was walking through the church parking lot looking for my black car in the dark of night, pressing the button over and over hoping the lights would flash where I could see them. Several cars looked promising until I realized people were in them with their lights on ready to exit.
I’ve been reading Matthew and Luke, reliving the story of the first Christmas. I find it so fascinating that God concealed Himself in the womb of a young virgin. His birth, though miraculous for certain, was still quite ordinary in most respects. Think of it – God Incognito! The glory of the Almighty God was hidden, disguised, and undetected by most.
Scripture tells us God revealed Himself to a choice few in the days surrounding his birth: Mary, Joseph, shepherds, wise men, Simeon, and Anna. After that, Jesus lived an undetected life for about 30 years, walking the earth disguised and hidden. Do you know how many Jewish boys ran along the paths around Galilee, how many were budding carpenters, hammering out wooden creations?
People watched him grow up, become a teenager, take on his manhood, and yet they didn’t recognize that He was God incognito. John 1:10 tells us He was in the world, and though the world was made by God through Him, it did not recognize Him.
Just a few verses down, however, John says, “We beheld His glory, the glory of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth,” (verse 14b).
Ah yes, God is still willing to reveal Himself to those who have eyes to see.
There is a funny thing about my little black Honda. It recognizes me when I push the unlock button. It flashes its lights at me even though I may not always see it.
God recognizes those who are searchng, those looking for something they think they need, somthing they hope will satisfy. And all the time God is flashing His Light at them as if to say, “I’m right here!”
Over and over in the Bible God says, “Call unto me and I will answer . . . ” It is His assurance that He does not want to remain incognito any more. He wants to be found, to be recognized as the Savior who came in mystery, only to reveal His glory and His love on the cross.