Jesus, Jesus, Jesus . . . there’s just something about that Name. So goes the Gaither chorus . . . and it never grows old or cold. There is something about the Name above all names that stirs the soul. Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Son of God, Servant of God, Lamb of God. Son of Man, Immanuel, God with Us. Alpha, Omega, Beginning and the End. King of kings, Lord of lords. And the list goes on. Jesus, there’s just something about that Name!
But this morning in my reading I came across another reference to the Second Person of the Holy Trinity. One that kind of caught me off guard at first, and then filled me with a fresh sense of awe.
Spoken by one woman who had no right being pregnant because of her age and lifelong barrenness to a another woman who had no right being pregnant because she was still a teen and not even married, this “name” evokes wonder at the depths to which our God would go that we might one day become His trophies of grace.
And when Elizabeth heard the greeting of Mary, the baby leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit, and she exclaimed with a loud cry, “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb! And why is this granted to me that the mother of my Lord should come to me?”
(Luke 1:41-42 ESV)
“Blessed is the fruit of your womb!”
Ask me to start rattling off the names of Christ, ask me to do a brain dump of all the different ways the Messiah is referred to, and no matter how long you give me, I’m not sure I’d add “fruit of the womb” to the list. But that’s exactly how Elizabeth refers to the Promised King . . . and under the direct influence of the Holy Spirit nonetheless.
The Word who was in the beginning, Who was with God and was God (John 1:1-2) . . . He who is before all things, Who holds all things together, in Whom all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell (Col. 1:17, 19) . . . this same eternal Word became the fruit of the womb. It is one thing to try and grasp the Son of God robed in human flesh, but it is another to consider Him prenatal . . . to behold Him, as Elizabeth did, as the fruit of the womb.
During the season of singing hymns of incarnation we ask, “What Child is this? . . . why lies He in such mean estate where ox and ass are feeding?” But the stable was five star accommodation compared to where the Lord Jesus Christ spent the first 9 months of His life. A lesser known verse of O Come All Ye Faithful declares, “God of God, Light of Light, Lo! He abhors not the Virgins womb, Very God begotten not created . . . O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!”
Since therefore the children share in flesh and blood, He Himself likewise partook of the same things, . . .
(Hebrews 2:14 ESV)
O the depths of the humiliation endured by our Savior in order to rescue and redeem us! Not enough that He should be made human in order to know death. But that He should partake of the full “flesh and blood” experience, including the womb, in order to deliver His rebellious creation from lifelong slavery.
Though He was “the radiance of the glory of God and the exact imprint of his nature” (Heb. 1:3) He did not consider His equality with God a thing to be grasped but made Himself nothing (Php 2:6-7) . . . so much nothing that He became for a time the fruit of the womb.
Blessed be the Name of the Lord! Even that name which identifies Him as the fruit of the womb!
What wondrous, jaw-dropping grace! To Him be glory forevermore!