Every year I find myself in awe of Christ. In awe of His sacrifice. And absolutely blown away by how beautiful the story of Christ's coming is. God could have sent Jesus to earth in so many ways, but He chose 2 simple people to parent this baby, the Savior of the world. I love thinking about Mary and Joseph. How great the call God had on them as the parents of Christ. How amazing that He grew up just as we do, yet He never sinned. I cannot even fathom what that must be like to have pure actions, pure thoughts, pure words, all the time. He grew up, had a thriving ministry in which He poured himself into the 12 disciples. And then the time came. He moved from the manger scene, from Bethlehem, from Nazareth, and onto a cross with a crown of thorns upon His head. This baby became a man who paid the price for the sins of His people. It is so beautiful. And I am so undeserving of His sacrifice. Yet He did it anyways because He LOVES us more than anything.
Act of Love
He left His home, His heavenly crown
To live upon the earth
This sacrifice when Love came down
To the manger for a lowly birth
His mother feared and trembled
In the midst of labor pains
His father wiped his temple,
A son and a Savior he was to gain.
Under the clear and starry sky
this precious babe was born
A night of sweet serenity,
A calm before the storm.
This tiny child would grow to be
The Christ, the King of Kings
In 30 years you'd find him,
hanging on a tree,
Paying for the sins of man,
Suffering for me.
How can I ever thank Him
For coming to earth that night.
His act of love has changed me
Giving grace, hope, forgiveness, light.