Infinite, and an infant. Eternal, and yet born of a woman … Supporting a universe, and yet needing to be carried in a mother's arms. King of angels, and yet the reputed son of Joseph. Heir of all things, and yet the carpenter's despised son. – C.H. Spurgeon, New Park Street Pulpit (Vol. 4, 1858)
"The Word became flesh" (John 1:14); God became man; the divine Son became a Jew; the Almighty appeared in earth as a helpless human baby, unable to do more than lie and stare and wiggle and make noises, needing to be fed and changed and taught to talk like any other child. And there was no illusion or deception in this: the babyhood of the Son of God was a reality. The more you think about it, the more staggering it gets. Nothing in fiction is so fantastic as is this truth of the incarnation. – J.I. Packer, Knowing God
Praise God for Christmas.
Praise Him for the Incarnation, for the Word made
I will not sing of shepherds watching flocks on
frosty night or
I will not sing of stable bare in Bethlehem,
or lowing oxen,
wise men trailing distant star with
gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Tonight I will sing praise to the
Father who stood on heaven's
threshold and said farewell to
His Son as He stepped across the stars to
Bethlehem and Jerusalem.
And I will sing praise to the infinite eternal Son who
became most finite, a Baby who would one day
be executed to my crimes.
Praise Him in the heavens,
praise Him in the stable,
praise Him in my heart.
– Joseph Bayly, Psalms of My Life