Posted by: bellissimanh | December 5, 2015

Once Upon a Time…

cradlecrossOnce upon a time, the God of eternity stepped into time and space… Immanuel. God with us.

On the surface, it makes no sense – the way He came. He is the King of glory, yet He chose to visit us as a tiny baby in a stable.

We’re not given much detail, so our imaginations are left to wonder at the possibilities.

Was this a separate structure, open to the elements… or was it the bottom floor of the family’s home, where it was typical for animals to be sheltered?

Was it cold, or warm?

Did the scent of moldy hay mingle with that of animal dung?

Did the bleating and braying of the animals muffle the sounds of a young mother giving birth?

Was Mary, probably no more than thirteen or fourteen-years-old, crying out for her mother?

As that little life came out into the arms of his father, was Joseph overwhelmed by it all? Did tears stream down his face as he took in the sight of his son for the first time? Did it take his breath away?

There are some things we just can’t know… but we do know this much:

“…though He was rich, for your sake He became poor, so that by His poverty you might become rich.” (2 Corinthians 8:9)

Jesus, the Prince of peace and King of kings, left the splendor of heaven to become like us, that we might become like Him. He took on human flesh and chose to enter into our broken world, our messy lives, so that we might be healed and have life abundant.

That poverty wasn’t just in Bethlehem. He knew it all of His earthly days.

“Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” (Matthew 8:20)

That poverty followed Him all the way to Calvary, where He gave up His life – the earthly one – to offer mankind the gift of eternal salvation.

For me. For you. So we can live happily – joyfully – ever after. Now that’s a story worth telling.

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