The baby name is Jesus – and He is the Christ.
Only… he doesn’t look like it.
“He looks like anything but a king. His face is prunish and red. His cry, although strong and healthy, is a piercing and helpless cry for He is absolutely dependent upon Mary for His well being.
He is majesty in the midst of the mundane. He is holiness the midst of sheep manure and sweat. He enters the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager & in the presence of a carpenter.”
– Max Lucado
This baby had once overlooked the entire universe.
Now He overlooks straw.
He left His golden throne room in heaven.
Now He sits in a feeding trough in a dirty sheep’s den.
Angels were singing His praises because they couldn’t get enough of Him.
Now he is overlooked by a world who wouldn’t make room for His birth.
Its what Jesus did for us... and what He does for us.
That is, if we don't leave the Greatest Gift unwrapped to concentrate on all the other ones.
"A Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord." (Luke 2:11b)