While they were there, the time came for her to give birth. (Luke 2:6)
It was every expectant father’s biggest fear: the baby might come before we’re ready. In the backseat of the car on the way to the hospital would be bad enough, but what if you were stuck out in some old barn? “Um, honey,” Mary said, “I think it’s time!” Joseph’s (possible) response, “But you can’t give birth here! It’s a barn!” How could God allow His Son to be born in such conditions? Jesus is God in the flesh. He should be heralded with trumpet blasts and a good midwife, or at least a nice, clean blanket. But this King of Creation came to us in the most meek way because He who is greatest of all has come to be Servant of all. Nothing else would suffice for the Savior of the World than to be born in a barn, delivered by a nervous new father.
Dear Jesus, thank you for coming to save me. Amen.
From you shall come forth for me One who is to be Ruler in Israel, whose coming forth is from of old, from ancient days. (Micah 5:2b)
Calling forth things from the antediluvian history of His plan of salvation for creation, the Lord fulfills everything ever uttered, ever whispered, ever suspected, ever imagined. From the depths of ancient prophecy, the Lord brings forth His beloved Son. Unheralded by the mighty ones, shepherds first received word. No birth announcements sent throughout the land, but quietly out of the way Mary brought forth her Firstborn. As the heavenly host rearranged itself and produced a wandering star, only pagan foreigners recognized reality and went to gaze upon the face of God. The smallest of towns forever memorialized as the birthplace of God in the flesh: O little town of Bethlehem! From Bethlehem to the cross to you this very day, the long awaited Savior comes and saves.
Gracious Jesus, we have long awaited the fulfillment of your promises to us. Come soon! Amen.