All of my life I've heard people argue about what Jesus was supposed to look like. My grandma had a picture of him with typical northern European features, with long, flowing, golden hair. And if you think that's ridiculous, since he was a Rabbi living in the Middle East 2000 years ago, well, it seems that it's the closest that we can see to looking into the eyes of God.
If you're one of those people who believes that God appeared on earth, as Jesus Christ, then you have to try to see from the mind of God. For us humans, that's as ridiculous as my dog trying to figure out how I use a computer. Except that it's even more of a stretch. And no, I'm not saying that it "transcendeth all understanding", but it's waaaaaay out there.
It all comes down to what I call a "reference point". For God to appear on earth, He had to give us humans something we could at least begin to understand. There had to be a body. There was a child, born of a woman. And this was God appearing in flesh on earth. As humans, we can't imagine any existence without our bodies. Bodies that can walk, that can feel, that can hurt, and that can die.
That Jesus of Nazareth actually existed, as an historical figure, is something that most historians agree on. And yeah, chances were slim that He looked like the picture my grandma had at the top of her staircase. But the Jesus that God sent down to be among us was simply human. For our human minds to actually begin to comprehend it, He had to be. Or She. Or appearing in any flesh that lives, just like us.
Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning
Jesus, to Thee be glory given
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.
Oh come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!