For all of the pageantry and tradition that men might seek to display at Christmas with passionate and dramatic presentation, some in the pursuit of celebration itself, ... nothing will ever outshine the humblest display in a dingy animal shed on the outskirts of a little town called Bethlehem.
There were no strings of colored lights, no decorated trees or mechanical yard ornaments. There was no grand reception, no carefully scripted and choreographed Broadway play. No lavish reenactments or comfortable accommodation ...
What there was, was the light of God's glory emanating from the person of His Son who lay tiny and helpless. He was born by His own willing choice in human form into the cold dampness of a world that was destined by prophecy to reject Him. He was greeted in lowly accommodations - a feeding trough, some dirt and fresh hay. His reception was by a company of animals and their keepers with few other humans in attendance.
But the drama that was playing out was simply divine. It was choreographed by the greatest of minds and directed with exacting perfection. It's script was written from the heart of the greatest lover ever known and it's story line involved the most riveting life and death struggle of untold millions of lives...
It was an unparralelled act of humility that presented a hope that shines brighter than any display since and laid bare the heart of the God that created us for all to see the love that He holds for mankind.
My friends, I pray that our celebration is anchored in this.
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