The gift for all people, the gift of a Savior, the Word becoming flesh all began in a manger. The most remarkable thing; the Omnipotent becoming flesh and blood, the One larger than the universe became a microscopic embryo. He who sustains the universe became dependant upon the nourishment of a young girl. Heaven's treasure was entrusted to simple parents.
He looked anything but a king. The typical newborn face, red, wrinkled, helpless and vulnerable. Majesty among the mundane. Holiness in the filth of manure and sweat. The riches of heaven abandoned in favor of a dirty sheep pen.
This curious throne room had no tapestries, no scepter or shining crown. ...Surrounded by the sounds of cows munching, hooves crunching, a mother humming, a babe nursing.
It could have happened anywhere, but it began in a manger. Step into the doorway, peek through and see...He is here....
Adapted from "The Gift" by Max Lucado
Lets look in and marvel once again. Praise the Lord for His indescribable Gift.
Uniquely Privileged,
Mitch
