I always feel a little sad for the baby Jesus this time of year. I mean, here’s a poor newborn in a cold barn with his trembling teenage parents. Strangers with their camels and sheep are crowding in. And, because of him, the King is slaughtering children all over Palestine.
Not a safe, comfortable or happy way to come into the world, for anyone.
But here’s what makes me feel bad for the sweet swaddled savior:
Billions of believers can’t wait for him to be born. . .
so he can be killed for His Father’s Plan of Salvation for Sinners.
Poor little guy.
Who will save the savior?
(by the way, we know, don’t we, that if Jesus was here now he would have no idea “Christmas” has anything to do with him. He wouldn’t be saying, “Merry Christmas” but he might say, “Happy Hanukkah.” And, anyone remember that Jesus said “Salvation is from the Jews” not from Christians? Just wondering)