“In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to his own town to register.
“So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:1-7, NIV)
Father, tears of gratitude flood my eyes as I write today. Your Son, a tiny, little baby. Imagining what it would’ve been like to be there with Mary and Joseph gazing at Jesus overwhelms me. The song says of Bethlehem: “The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.” (O Little Town of Bethlehem) They sure were that night.
Thank you for giving your Son to us, a gift wrapped in swaddling clothes. He is to me more precious than all others. I love my wife, my kids, your church, but Jesus! Thank you for Jesus!
Your child because of Him, Mike.
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