It is the witching hour as I write this post. You may judge the significance of that for yourself. Though traditionally an evil time, I like to call to mind figures like Jacob, Samuel, David, Solomon, and Jesus, who met with God in the wee hours. He wraps darkness around him like a cloak, after all.
For my Christmas eve meditation my eyes just fell upon Zephaniah 3:9-10:
For at that time I will change the speech of the peoples to a pure speech, that all of them may call upon the name of the Lord and serve him with one accord. From beyond the rivers of Cush my worshipers, the daughter of my dispersed ones, shall bring my offering.
It made me think of Babel, and of the birth of Christ. In Genesis 11, the people all have one speech and decide to build a tower to get to God. God comes down to see, and frustrates their purposes by confusing their language and dispersing them. In the Incarnation, God comes down as a baby to join the dispersed ones into a mighty nation with one speech in the Spirit so that they might build themselves up into a temple for the Lord. What a fantastic reversal.
God has always intended to dwell with man. But rather than have us climb to him, which we cannot do, he has come down to us. We serve a high and holy God who has stooped down, “for us men and for our salvation.”