He was but a baby, gurgling, pooping, crying just like any other baby, though surely his mother knew him to be more than that. After all, a group of strangers didn't often come and bow down before a baby. After all, the group of strangers didn't often talk about angels letting them know about the birth. After all...
The Bible says Jesus gave up all to come to earth and step out into humanity. He humbled himself, the Bible says.
What did he give up?
Isaiah 40 says this: Who has scooped up the ocean in his two hands, or measued the sky between his thumb and little finger? Who has put all the earth's dirt in one of his baskets, weighed each mountain and hill? Who could every have told God what to do or taught him his business?
Jesus marched out of a tri-fold relationship with the creator Father into life dependent upon a faulty mother and step-father.
I, for one, am grateful; today is a day of celebration though the weather is dreary and even dangerous. I, for one, am happy he came. I, for one, am joyous.
The Bible says: Thunder in the desert; prepare for God's arrival. Make the road straight and smooth, a highway fit for our God. Fill in the valleys, level off the hills, Smooth out the ruts, clear out the rocks. Then God's bright glory will shine and everyone will see it.
He was a baby, just like any other baby, just like any other one who spent time in his mother's womb then entered into our world in the screaming, kicking fashion. He, who had for fun scooped up oceans, could not even scoop up dinner by himself.
A lovely child. A little child. A humble child.
That was Jesus one night. Making himself at home in a world that he created so long ago. Just a child. A frightened child. An aching child.
Welcome to the world, Jesus.
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