A baby was born in Bethlehem some 2000 years ago. Instead of an inviting bassinet or crib with blue sheets, He was laid in a wooden manger filled with hay. In plainer terms, a feeding trough for animals. He was wrapped in swaddling cloths; cloths that would someday again cover His body, but for a much different reason.
God in flesh, the promised Messiah, the Redeemer, the Savior, The Prince of Peace—Jesus.
Born to die.
The King left His throne and dwelt among men, making a humble entrance into the world. Why? Oh why, would a King leave His throne? Why a stable instead of a palace? Why meekness instead of royal luxuries?
Love does strange things sometimes. Kings born in smelly stables and nailed to crosses, sort of things. Crazy things, born out of crazy love.
Crazy, beautiful, life-giving love.
Oh holy night, when that perfect little baby was born of a virgin. Love spilled into this world, drenching it with everlasting hope. A humble act of love, a gift to be received, a promise to be fulfilled, a life to be given. Because…
He was born, and He gave, and He died…because He treasures you so tenderly, so passionately, so freely. To Him, You are worth far more than precious rubies or sparkling gold. Just as you are, you are worth it. The King left His throne because He loves you—Jesus loves you. The messy, undone, you—yes, He loves you.
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. – John 3:16
He cares for you. He knows your heart. He sees your smiles. He catches your tears. He pursues you even when you run away. He calls you His beloved, His precious child, His reason for being born all those years ago.
It was all for you, for me, for us, for this world.
It’s Christmas time, all because of a little baby boy. The life that gives us life, shining brightly with selfless love. O come let us adore our King.