Jesus, the King of the Jews, the Savior of the World.
Born to ordinary people, in an unremarkable small town, as any other baby entered the world, without great fanfare, void of the honor due Him, experiencing growing pains all humans face.
WHY?! If God is all about achieving glory, why would He allow His Son so little when He came to earth?
To know ordinary me. To understand ordinary you.
“Just as Our Lord came into human history from outside, so He must come into me from outside. Have I allowed my personal human life to become a “Bethlehem” for the Son of God?”
by ~ Oswald Chambers
My Utmost for His Highest
My heart is a regular Bethlehem, small, insignificant, nothing special. Until. . .
. . .it becomes the birthplace of a King.
Without Him I am common. With Him I am extraordinary.
O come, o come, Emmanuel. Make me more than what I am.
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