I’ve been thinking a lot this season about the manger birth of Christ all those years ago. Obviously, I think about it every year, but some years the sweetness and truth of the story pierces my heart in a new way. What I can’t get out of my head this year is that the King of Kings was born in a manger. It is so precious to me that God chose to come into the world in such a lowly manner. He could have been born in a golden throne room (this, clearly, would have been my choice), but instead He came into the world surrounded by livestock.
Recently, on the news, I heard one of those stories about a baby whose mother gave birth and then left her child in a dumpster. I think about that sweet innocent baby and wonder how it will ever know how cherished it is- how special and important he or she is in the eyes of God. This season, it seems to me that Christ came as He did so that none of us can look at Him and think He’s unreachable. He didn’t come to save someone “better than” or “richer than” you. He came to save you and me. And he was born in the lowest imaginable location so even that baby, brought into the world under the saddest of conditions, can know that Christ understands us. Our fears and sorrows, our joys and weaknesses. He understands. One of my favorite lines in the hymn ‘O Holy Night’ says “the King of Kings lay in a lowly manger, in all our trials born to be our friend. He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger.” It’s sometimes mind blowing, but I still believe it’s true.
The lowly infant born in the manger truly is the King of Kings. I hope He’s the King of your life.
And the angel said to them, "Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for ALL the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger." Luke 2:10-12 ESV (emphasis- mine)