“While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.” – Luke 2:6-7 (NIV)
When I read this verse, I can’t help but remember the times I have held a child in my arms. To hear them coo, breathing warm and soft. And to then think that the God of the universe was like that child. Small, fragile, flesh.
It is hard enough to fathom a God Who made the worlds and everything in them. To take Him and then picture Him as a baby, near impossible. Some how, it makes you feel smaller than that baby.
And yet, it was for us that Jesus came. It was for us that He shed the glories of heaven for the ugliness of earth. For us, He became man.
He bore no halo like in so many paintings and stained glass windows. He did not defecate gold and regurgitate diamonds. He took on a fullness of the earthly body. His glory was not visible to the eye.
But now, we may look back and see the glory of this event. God as a child, come to save His own children. Creator come to save the created. Our Creator and God, cooing in the arms of Mary, wrapped in cloth. What an awesome God we have.