Infant holy. Infant lowly.
As the bright lights twinkle this holiday season, my mind keeps going to the stable. A stable unprepared to meet a King. Not that a stable is ever ready to welcome a King, but a stable that was a last minute birthing unit for the King of kings because the Inn was full.
I raised lambs, horses, and cattle growing up. The sounds, the smells, the filth all flood my memory. I would have never taken someone there to impress them. But yet it was that environment where we find the lowly babe, our Savior, being born.
Can you envision that? Our King didn’t come to impress us, but came to free us, the oppressed. He never once thought about how his lowly birth would look or what others would think. He simply wanted to implore our hearts, change a world, and offer us grace.
Looking at the lowly babe there in the stinky, smelly, dirty stable I’m reminded that he came for me.
The lowly . . .
Hallelujah, the Lord’s favor came to the lowly stable that night. A stable not worthy of a King’s entrance. Yet I’m reminded that the lowly babe came for me in the most humblest of ways.
I pray earnestly that I can learn from the babe to be humble and reach out to the lowly — the broken and downcast.
Linking up at Word Filled Wednesdays and A Holy Experience.