A born King

When a baby is born, one stands in awe. For me, the greatest highlight of my life, the greatest thrill, was to be there when my children were born. To see them take their first breath, to see their eyes open for the first time, to hear their voices for the first time. And after that, to know that everything they saw and experienced they did for the first time.

And as every parent, I look at my children and hope for the best for them. But I do not know what will become of them, their future is in God’s hands. They may become great leaders, or doctors, or teachers or preachers, I just don’t know.

It was different when Jesus was born. He was not born to become king, He was born King. He was not born to become the Son of God, He was born the Son of God. He was not born to become wise, or holy, or great, He was born all of those.

While it must have been gratifying to see Jesus born as all of that, the outcome of His earthly life must also have caused God great sadness. Here is the baby, the God-man, the earthly manifestation of all that is God’s glory, with a lifetime of teaching, and an eternity of atonement in front of Him. Here is that which we as parents look upon with the greatest of love and tenderness, not knowing what lies ahead, yet God knew what was ahead for this baby.

God knew what was in this baby’s future. On those tiny shoulders, shuddering as they drew their first breath, nestling in His mothers arms, rested the future of mankind. And that future was to be assured by that tiny baby growing up to be murdered. With the pride, and gladness and euphoria that goes with seeing your child alive, God knew the outcome for His son was to be one of betrayal, torture and death.

If I knew that that would be the outcome of my childs life, I would not have any. I don’t have the courage to look at my baby and know that he was already condemned to a terrible end, before he was even born.

Such is the love of God. How great is that love? How can anyone look at God and not consider that sacrifice to be the ultimate in love? Because the only inference one can draw from this scenario is that despite knowing that the little baby will end His life hanging bleeding, hurting and humiliated from a cross, God still conceived Him. God loved us so much that He sent that little baby into the world to actualize His love.

Luk 1:31 And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus.
Luk 1:32 He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. And the Lord God will give to him the throne of his father David,
Luk 1:33 and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.”

Today, that baby rules. He grew up King and Priest and Prophet. He was everything a Father could hope for. He lived His life as His Father wanted, and accomplished the greatness promised. A Son to be proud of.

As we celebrate His birth, we remember the pride with which God proclaimed His son, and the sadness that He needed to be sacrified so that us weaklings could live. When gazing upon the little child Jesus, remember that upon His baby shoulders rested the eternal fate of mankind, including mine and yours.

Please pray with me today:
Our Heavenly Father,
today we can only bow down in humility,
for your great love,
that you will send your baby Son to this world,
to bear our sins,
to show us how great Your love is.
In our weakness,
we need a baby to come into this world to save us.
We thank you, Lord, for that baby today.
And we are sorry, God, that your Son had to take our place.
May our praise and worship and love for You stand as testimony to our gratefulness.
And may Your love reign in us forever.
Amen.

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