It’s a gloomy morning in early December. It’s gray, cold and rainy. I’m fighting a cold and sipping a hot chai latte…looking at my pretty Christmas tree.
It’s the one that reminds me that Christ, the Prince of Peace, the King of Kings, came to the world to live in human skin in order that I might have life…eternal life! It is covered with glass bulbs and silver colored ornaments, bedecked with strings of “pearls” and touches of gold as well. It is a cheap imitation of the glory from which He came, but it reminds me of that aspect of who He is.
I have another Christmas tree that is more humble…reminds me of the kind of life Jesus actually lived when He was here. Rustic, coarse, mostly wooden ornaments. No, it isn’t nearly as rustic as the life He lived. It has electric lights on it! But it carries that rustic impression. It is a reminder of where His earthly life started…in a manger!Contrasts seem to be so much a part of the Christmas story don't they? Angels from heaven appearing to shepherds in the field...heavenly hosts greeting earthly dregs? Yet they weren't too low to be told about the birth of Jesus. Click To Tweet
Contrasts often show us truth better than many words do.
Contrasts seem to be so much a part of the Christmas story don’t they? Angels from heaven appearing to shepherds in the field…heavenly hosts greeting earthly dregs? Shepherds weren’t known to be high on the social register. Yet they weren’t too low be told about the birth of Christ!
What about the magi? They were led from far away to Jesus in his home in Nazareth…a humble home for sure. They knew He was worthy of worship…and gifts! So in His humble home, they bowed and worshipped the King…regardless of His surroundings.