I have an eight week old daughter at home. She’s our third. She’s wonderful. Except when she screams at the top of her lungs at 2:00 AM, and when she has what we’ve lovingly termed a “blowout” in her diaper. Laura and I are both pretty tired (she more so than me), but we couldn’t be happier.
For some reason, the birth of baby #3 has made me think a lot about the birth of Jesus more than I have at any other time of my life. Babies are so…
They can’t do anything for themselves. They are completely dependent on others for everything. Food. Clothing. Shelter. Wiping their bottoms. Warmth. Everything.
And Jesus Christ, God the Son, became a human baby. Exposed to the elements, vulnerable to everything, dependent on poor parents for everything. And He did so on our behalf. Absolutely mind-boggling.
If you haven’t heard Bebo Norman’s song “Born To Die”, you must. Below is a video. In the meantime, have a wonderful Christmas, and stay off the Internet tomorrow and hang out with your family.