Here Is the Christ Child

Where was the Christ Child?

He wasn’t in the palaces, bustling with servants, feasts in the halls, music in the chambers.
He wasn’t in the temple, where the incense was burning and the well-written prayers soaring upward.
He wasn’t on the road, where watchful eyes were waiting for the victorious Messiah to arrive and deliver them.

He was in the manger, swaddled in His mother’s arms, animals gathered round.
He was there, in tiny, delicate baby arms and legs, waving a greeting.
He was there, sleeping after the miracle of his birth.

But let’s not be mistaken–that night wasn’t silent.

The angels were singing.
The shepherds were running.
The heavens were ringing.

As God
became
FLESH.

As the infinite
stepped
into TIME.

As the Savior
put on
humanity.

Where will you find the Christ Child this Christmas?

It might not be in the hustle and bustle.
It might not be in the feasts and songs.
It might not even be in the services of worship.

But it’s okay.

Take a breath.
Be still.
Listen.

He’s there.

He’s there in the quiet moments.
He’s there in the shimmer of light from a tree.
He’s there in the laughter of children.
He’s there in the pitter-patter of your pet’s steps.
He’s there in the snowfall.
He’s there in the whistling wind.
He’s there.

Right there, beside you.

And He’s whispering, “Come.”

Come. Let’s adore Him.

The king of all ages.
The prince of peace.
Emmanuel.

Come.

Merry Christmas!