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I can’t stop seeing the scene and repeating the scriptures. 

John 1:14  And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, FULL of grace and truth.

How? Why? My God what did you do? Put on skin to live within – me? Exalted, Holy and honored One – arriving poor, lowly and humble.

“Though He was rich, yet for your sakes He become poor, that you through His poverty might become rich.” II Corinthians 8:9

Perfect God beaten, to make us brand-new. Holy Lord aching with undeserved lashes, to lavish on us, unearned grace upon glorious grace. 

My God, my God, what have you done?  

These undefiled hands hammered on behalf of my undeserving heart. Suffering through the crowds of mockers and scoffers, led like a lamb to slaughter. Yet all I hear is this gentle whisper, calling me your beloved daughter.

My God, my God, what did you do? 

It’s Christmas season and we celebrate you, Jesus. And this muddy manger proclaiming the way – the one straight, yet broken path to walk in wisdom and eternal life with the Lord.

Luke 2:12 “You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.”

Under a star lit sky, beneath a heavy draft of barn odor, between animal trodden hay, here, our Salvation lay. Far from a perfect birth scene, yet illustrating the heart of this King.

He knew everything, could do anything – yet God did not show up demanding accolades, comfort or attention. He didn’t barge in shouting, this is my world, let me tell ya about the time I spun stars and flung planets in orbit. Instead, He enters silently, His arrival gathering a small, but eager crowd of shepherds.

This Word made flesh and dwelt among us, teaches me the single way to be great. For He was stricken and smitten for our Salvation. Whose love is strong enough to suffer such sheer injustice?

His story is not of a sentimental person, it’s about a sacrificial servant. 

“The Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.” Matthew 20:28

My soul sings, glory to the baby sleeping beside the hay and straw, glory to God, the greatest servant-King of all! For there our rescue residing just below a ragged barn roof, where our King was birthed, Salvation born! 

His story presses deeper as my own child lay warmly swaddled, comforted and loved. And this vision of a baby humbly delivered in a barn, who grew into this righteous man, this redeeming King, who would one day, deliver me, deliver you – deliver every heart who calls on the name of Jesus, the Christ, the Lord. 

And there just is . . .no greater love than this. 

Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift! II Corinthians 9:15

Mrs. Jessica Lauren

Mrs. Jessica Lauren

"Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith" (Hebrews 12:2).