There is something so wonderful about the
birth of a baby. That tiny little bundle has the power to make women
fall apart , to start speaking in a language that -let's face it- sounds
downright foolish, and yet no one objects.
Baby-talk seems perfectly normal . Happy tears
flow freely, smiles light up otherwise stern, sober faces. Complete
strangers lean in to get a look at the adorable infant. Big strong men
get watery- eyed, and start wearing a silly smile.They seem compelled to
extend one finger for a tiny fist to close upon. How can
one little baby have such power and just lie there oblivious to it all?
For two thousand years the world has
celebrated the birth of a Baby Boy, born of
a virgin, born in a lowly manger in Bethlehem.
Things have never been the same since that
Silent Night long ago when a Star hung shining
brightly to mark His birthplace, when angel hosts proclaimed His birth
to a group of humble
shepherds, when wisemen came with treasures
to worship Him as King. No other Babe has the
distinction of being born the Son of God, wrapped in fragile baby
flesh, born in a unique manner for only one reason. He was born to
die for the sins of the world into which He came, though He Himself was
the sinless,
spotless Lamb of God.
No wonder there is a different atmosphere
about Christmas..we pause to bow before His cradle to worship this One
Who came to show us what Love looks like . Love is a Baby Who
grew to magnificent manhood to die a cruel death and offer the Gift of
Eternal Life to all who believe. Love is a Risen Savior Who will return
one day to reign forevermore as King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
Romans 8:28
