Christmas Child

<p>Imagine the One who made cedars spring from seeds starting life over as an embryo, the One who made the stars submitting Himself to a womb, the One who fills the heavens becoming what would be in our day a mere dot on an ultrasound. Jesus, in very nature&nbsp;God, making Himself nothing (Philippians 2:6&ndash;7). What an astonishing thought!</p> <p>Imagine the scene as He is born in a plain peasant village, among farmers and angels and bright lights in the sky, with the bleating of animals His first lullabies. Watch as He grows in favor and stature: as a youngster astounding teachers with answers to grand questions; as a young man at the Jordan getting His Father&rsquo;s approval from heaven; and in the wilderness as He wrestles in hunger and prayer.</p> <p>Watch next as He launches His world-changing mission&mdash;healing the sick, touching lepers, forgiving the impure. Watch as He kneels in a garden in anguish, and as they arrest Him while His closest friends flee. Watch as He is spat on and nailed to two wooden posts, the world&rsquo;s sins on His shoulders. But watch, yes watch, as the stone rolls away, an empty tomb ringing hollow, because He is alive!</p> <p>Watch as He is lifted to the highest place (v. 9). Watch as His name fills heaven and earth (vv. 10&ndash;11).</p> <p>This Maker of the stars who became a dot on an ultrasound. This, our Christmas child.</p>