There is this story I’ve been reading a lot this week, that of the birth of a King, who left His Kingdom, came as a baby, born in a stable, laid low in a manger, wrapped in swaddling clothes. He is a King for all the world, yet so much of the world does not know Him. And some who know Him struggle to understand His coming. Why did He come? And if He is a king, why didn’t He come in a more glorious fashion?
For me, the story of Christmas goes back to one of the first verses I ever memorized in God’s Word:
“For God so loved the world, that