Man of Sorrows

He was born to die.

A morbid way to start Christmas, I know. Think of it though. We say we are born for a purpose. A task to fulfill, a moment to conquer, a place to succeed. We were born to live for something because He was born to die.

He is our antithesis. An opposite as any could be. God of the universe, and we are mere mortals. Through Him everything was made, and we can’t see to keep anything in our lives together. He knew our hurt, pain, struggle, disappointment and failures. Too many failures to count. This is why He became a Man of Sorrows. So we could be people of joy!

And so, heaven invaded earth. The Savior came to serve. God bent down to listen. And because of that, we have life. Not survival, but purpose. Life to the full! And all of it at Christ’s expense. Christ the newborn king.

As much as the world was unaware of a babe in a lowly manger, I pray that you might be caught unaware by the grace of an extravagant love. When you deserve it the least, I pray that He shows you His love the most. He came for no other purpose.

This is Christmas. God’s greatest gift to mankind, not put under a tree but rather on a tree. A Man of Sorrows bringing Joy to the World!

Merry Christmas!