On Christmas, the star led the shepherds to the manger of Jesus.
The Second Person of the Trinity formed the stars with His word, yet he took on flesh and couldn’t form a word! Not yet anyway. He held the world in His hand, but now he was held by a teen mother.
The creator made himself completely vulnerable to his creation.
It’s as if God looked down from heaven and pointed at the manger and said, “There, that’s where I need to land.” He chose a filthy stable – not an uppity bourgeois palace – a place of humility. His mission of incarnation had this lowering of self in mind, “I didn’t come to be served but to serve and to give my life as a ransom for many.”
It’s a precursor of sorts if you think about it. He started his life in a filthy stable and would end his life on a bloody cross. Manger to the cross. A wooden box and a wooden beam bookends his life and everything in between is marked by selfless sacrificial love.
He was born like a pauper and hung like a criminal.
But there are those who know the truth.
The wooden box is valuable because it held the Messiah who came to save the world.
The wooden beam is precious because it hung the Savior who died for our sins.
The wooden box introduced the story; the wooden beam sealed the deal.
He’s the truth, the life, the way.
He’s the Messiah.
He’s the King.