The birth of a child, is there anything more wondrous? But a child born that would one day save mankind from sin’s unrelenting grasp, is there anything more miraculous? One child, one infant soul born: innocent, trusting, dependent upon another’s tender care. One child, which would change the world from the moment He was born. One child: poor, humble, and of lowly place, the world never noticing His arrival and not prepared with riches, honor, and glory due to Him. Their hearts were cold and souls dead to the Word of God come to earth. The most precious gift ever, sent from a Father who loves His children with immeasurable love, went unwanted and rejected. He was forced from riches, love, and praise to a lowly, forgotten, and despised man.
One could feel pity for such a child, but that would be forgetting the loving purpose with which the child was sent. The choice He, Himself, made to come and the acceptance of becoming common instead of being adored by thousands. The child who loved man, though man was sinful, fallen, and ungrateful. The child who willingly chose to bring hope to a dying people by dying Himself. The child coming, though He knew He would be rejected and trampled upon. Is there anything more Beautiful?
“For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Saviour is given.”
Bless His Holy Name
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