When the long awaited Messiah is finally born he is born in the most humble and obscure of circumstances.
This is the thirteenth post in the series The Musical That Changed the World.
The birth of Jesus Christ is perhaps one of the greatest ironies in human history. It’s so remarkable that it defines a mythological type of the promised child who comes in humility but grows to be a savior of a people. It wasn’t the first. The births and childhoods of Isaac, Moses, Samuel, Samson, David and others were similiar, yet they pointed forward to this birth of the promised Messiah.
This child, born to Mary in a stable, would be a phenominal figure just from what was told of him in the Old Testament. He would fulfill the covenants God made with Abraham, Moses and David. He would bring in the promised New Covenant. He would save his people from their enemies, free the captives, feed the hungry and heal the wounded. He would conquer sin and death. And he would establish an eternal kingdom when he would take the throne of David. That’s quite a resume’.
Yet nothing about his birth traded on the currency of his true nature. He’s born to a peasant, teenage girl in a smelly stable located in an impoverished, low class city whose economy was fueled by raising sheep for wool, food and the Temple sacrificial machine. There were no attendants, no satin sheets, no wine poured in celebration, no announcements sent or trumpets sounded. Few knew of his birth. The King of the Ages was born, and no one cared.
But on this night of the birth of God’s Son the heavens would not remain silent.
Read the previous post The Mercy of God and the Light of the Savior.
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