The Baby

The Messiah has arrived ......

Elongated head from the constricting journey through the birth canal. Light skin as the pigment would take days or even weeks to surface. Mucus in His ears and nostrils. Wet and slippery from the amniotic fluid. The Son of the Most High God umbilically tied to a lowly Jewish girl. The baby chokes and coughs. Joseph instinctively turns Him over and clears His throat.

Then He cries. Mary bares her breast and reaches for the shivering baby. She lays Him on her chest, and His helpless cries subside. His tiny head bobs around on the unfamiliar terrain. This will be the first thing the infant King learns. Mary can feel his racing heartbeat as he gropes to nurse.

Deity nursing from a young maiden's breast. Could anything be more puzzling - - - or more profound ? Joseph sits exhausted, silent, full of wonder.

The baby finishes and sighs, the divine Word reduced to a few unintelligible sounds. Then, for the first time, His eyes fix on his mother's. Deity straining to focus. The Light of the World, squinting. Tears pool in her eyes. She touches His tiny hand. And hands that once sculpted mountain ranges cling to her finger.

She looks up at Joseph, and through a watery vail, their souls touch. He crowds closer, cheek to cheek with his betrothed. Together they stare in awe at the baby Jesus, whose heavy eyelids begin to close. It has been a long journey. The King is tired.

And so, with barely a ripple of notice, God stepped into the warm lake of humanity. Without protocol and without pretension. Where you would have expected angels, there were only flies. Where you would have expected heads of state, there were only donkeys, a few haltered cows, a nervous ball of sheep, a tethered camel, and a furtive scurry of curious barn mice.

Except for Joseph, there was no one to share Mary's pain. Or her joy. Yes, there were angels announcing the Savior's arrival - - -but only to a bank of blue-collar shepherds. And yes, the magnificent star shone in the sky to mark His birthplace - - - but only three foreigners bothered to look up and follow it.

Thus in the little town of Bethlehem . . . that one silent night . . . the royal birth of God's Son tiptoed quietly by . . . as the world slept. - Author Unknown

May God's love, joy and peace dwell in your heart this season of the celebration of His Birth.