In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his Son, born of woman, born under the law.
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 1:1, Galatians 4:4, John 1:14, John 3:16
The King of kings came to earth in such a humble, unexpected way.
The eternal, unbreakable Word took on the nature of finite, broken man. Emmanuel entered the world as a helpless little babe, born in obscurity to a simple village girl, surrounded by dumb animals and common shepherds.
The Ruler of the universe came to be ruled by his own creation.
He lived a life of obedience to human limitations and human governance. He faced humiliation and ignorance, doubt and denial, betrayal and ridicule.
He suffered, He bled, He died . . . all to save an enemy. The glorified One became helpless, finite, broken . . . so that we might one day be glorified with Him.
He gave His life for us that we might live for Him.
What wondrous love is this, oh my soul?!
What Child is this, who, laid to rest, on Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, while shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ, the King, whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud, the Babe, the Son of Mary!