In the thick darkness that was the world, God invaded. He made Himself near.
In the midst of heavy oppression, idolatry, ugliness, despair, and seeming hopelessness, God broke in. Putting aside His kingly rights, He put on flesh (becoming like us), and was born in a dirty food trough.
And it was in that dirty food trough where the HOPE of the world laid. Mercy laid. Eternal life laid.
To a people who believed God could only be found in a temple, found after "cleaning themselves up," found after practicing the right "rituals," God came -- in the form of a baby -- and made Himself near. He was to be called "Immanuel," which means "God with us." He is the "with us God".
And it was in that very baby boy that perfect love was embodied. That the God of the universe was embodied. That the salvation of the world was now made possible.
This was it. This was their Messiah! This is the one they waited for. This is the one who would offer forgiveness, freedom, salvation, a new Kingdom.
..."a thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices."
Merry Christmas, friends! "Today a great light has come upon the earth!" A wild celebration is in order.