What an amazing fact is the incarnation. So amazing that it’s impossible for our finite minds and hearts to comprehend it completely. But Elizabeth Prata does a wonderful job trying:
And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. (Luke 2:7).
Think of Jesus, divesting Himself of His majesty agreeing to become flesh. To incarnate. He lowered himself from His throne as King of all the universe, to be born as helpless babe, in poverty, in obscurity. He didn’t come as a boy, able to run away from danger or to feed and manage for himself. He didn’t come as a man, able to protect himself from dangers all around. He came as a newborn baby. Totally helpless. Total reliance on others.
His willingness to be a babe and completely depend on his earthly parents for sustenance, protection, and life itself, and to rely on His heavenly Father’s plan for Him to be born, live, teach, and die, is amazing.