How is it that this child King positi…
How is it that this child King positions Himself in such a place that I must crouch down to enter its darkness and look down on Him snuggled amidst the winding cloths in the animals’ feed?
You are always hidden in the most ordinary ordinariness, among the lowest and the least, reaching through accidents we would deem unworthy. But You elevate every low thing and humble the self-elevated. You share the cave’s air with simple beasts, and the shepherds and kings (truly wise men to see beyond appearances!) are not loathe to enter and praise You in the dim light. Their eyes must adjust to the darkness to see the Light of the world…
“For unto us a child is born. Unto us a son is given.”
A baby. No one fears a baby, except the madmen.
A baby, unseen, unknown; hidden. Love incarnate is here so helpless and unthreatening.
Come. Let us adore Him.
