There is so much to take in when we consider the story of the birth of our Lord Jesus in Bethlehem so many centuries ago, the story is almost too much to absorb. There is one aspect to it that I’ve never written about before; I suppose this is because it’s almost too much for me to quite grasp, but I’ll take a stab at it this morning.
We know that the Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us. We know that Jesus was God Incarnate; the Son of God. We can understand why He made such an impact in His ministry when He was preaching about the Kingdom, healing the sick, giving sight to the blind, making the lame walk and driving out demons, after all, He was God! We read the story of His birth and are amazed at the choirs of angels, the star and the Magi; He was the Son of God after all…
Yet, have we considered the fact that the baby Jesus was God in the flesh? No, maybe I haven’t been clear enough; that He was the Son of God there in that manger isn’t an academic concept, it was a fact. Think about it.
The baby Jesus was helpless. He had to be nursed by His mother or else He would die. He had to be changed and cleaned up just like any other baby. He had to be burped. He woke up His mother in the middle of the night to be fed and changed… He was completely helpless.
And He was Almighty God. Through Him everything was created that has been created. Before Abraham was, He Was… He sustains the entire universe by His Word, and He was a helpless baby as He did so.
It is enough to blow your mind when we ponder such things as this.
Now dear reader, tell me about His love for us, this God of ours who would go to such lengths to save us! His is a love that defies human comprehension; such is the greatness of our God!