I can't help but wonder how the trajectory of mankind changed because a baby was born.
I can't help but wonder if Mary and Joseph knew the immense honour God had bestowed on them by making them the earthly parents of the Messiah.
I'm amazed at how a life so simple in Nazareth was the beginning of the King of kings.
One major lesson from the Christmas story is the beauty of small beginnings—how God can cause a seemingly small drop to have ripple effects in an ocean as vast as our world.
The baby in the manger became the man on the cross. The man on the cross is the Lamb seated at the right hand of God.
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. - Isaiah 6:9
Why did it have to be a baby? Couldn't the Messiah, a mature adult, just descend onto the earth, get on the cross and die? End of story
It baffles me all the time to imagine that Mary went through diaper changes and tantrums from the baby Messiah, the only evidence of His divine nature at the time being a word from God.
Christmas now is very publicized and highly commercialized unlike the first. Just a mother and a father living simple ordinary lives in ancient Palestine. Looking over a manger staring at their newborn son with sheep bleating all around oblivious of the company of angels surrounding the scene.
This year, I choose to think about the beauty of little this Christmas season. I imagine my saviour wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a feeding trough, His "grand entry" into the world He created.
This post is not prescriptive nor is it inferential, it is descriptive of a historical fact. It is this way because I want you to draw the conclusions and derive the moral lessons yourself. Thorugh meditation, I believe God will help us understand the magnitude of it all. And when you do, please share in the comments so that we can all learn.
Merry Christmas, family
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