God
among the common. Can you picture that?
He
sent angels to common shepherds who tended common sheep.
He
chose Mary, a common fourteen-year-old virgin.
He
chose a common carpenter named Joseph to be the father to His son.
He
chose Bethlehem. There were, perhaps, no
more common towns than Bethlehem for the birth of God’s son. The scriptures refer to it as “lowly
Bethlehem.”
Even
the night on which Christ was born was mostly common, except for that one
bright star that seemed to appear and settle over Bethlehem.
Yes,
God chose common elements and common animals and people, yet the story was as
uncommon as we could ever want to hear.
The
love that was proclaimed in this story is of the most uncommon kind.
The
redemption offered is unheard-of in the realms of mankind’s quest for
reconciliation.
Yes
– his was an uncommon birth, for a King.
Who would have thought a crude manger, some less-than-perfect strips of
cloth and a bed of hay would be the bed of the King?
Every
element of the Christmas story was uncommon – except the baby himself. He was royalty. He was divinely God and divinely man.
And
he brought light to the world. He
brought joy and peace, salvation and redemption.
He
brought joy to the world.
What
an uncommon way to launch a movement.
And aren’t we glad he did.
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