For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
This Hallmark-worthy verse evokes snuggly feelings in me. But when I read the verse in context, I find that the gift of this child does not arise out of Papa’s huggable-ness. Verse 8 says “The ZEAL of the LORD of hosts will do this.” Zeal is anger, the jealous rage of a jilted lover. It is the wrath of God that has caused this child to be born.
In his wrath, my Papa shines her own Light into my “deep darkness” (v.2). She breaks the rod of the oppressor (v.4), and I hear my own voice shouting “Dude, gimme back my rod!” Surprised, I look down to see that my hands and clothes are soaked with the blood of Papa’s children (v.5).
Papa’s response? ZEAL. WRATH. FIRE. She takes my blood-soaked clothes and burns them in eternal flames (v.5). She plunders my life, preserving what is good, discarding what isn’t. The result is joy (v.3), peace on earth, and goodwill toward men.
(The Shack Bible Lectionary – Christmas 1, Year A)