Everything changed in one moment.
King of the universe wrapped in swaddling clothing.
Holder of the world. Held as in infant.
Creator of the universe. Walking among the created.
Jesus came that we may have life. He came not with a loud uproar, but in silence in a manger, in a small town. There was not buzz about his arrival. The tabloid headlines didn’t shout of his birth like the royal baby. But yet he came, to a teenage girl and a carpenter.
He came. He came.
What’s more? He came to die.
He lived a life we couldn’t live and died a death we all deserved.
He came. The wise men knew. They brought gifts. The prophets had spoken of his coming. The people were waiting. Then, he came.
Yet, they rejected him. Mocked him. Beat him. Killed him.
But, he came. He came for me. He came for you. He came for my friends and family. He came for my enemies. He came for Mother Teresa. He came for Hitler. He came to save humanity. He came to give us life. He came to tear down the walls. He came to give us hope, peace, joy, comfort, love, patience. He came.
One night, in the midst of the darkness, in the midst of pain, suffering, hopelessness, he came. Silently, quietly, as just a mere infant, he came. An eternal light shining, he came. A light for the world, he came. A light for me in my darkest moments, he came. A light for all to see, he came.
And did I mention, he’s coming back.
“The people who walk in darkness will see a great light. For those who live in a land of deep darkness, a light will shine.” Isaiah 9:2