Because He Is Love
If you were God, would you sleep on straw, nurse from a breast, and be clothed in a diaper?
I wouldn’t, but Christ did.
He went from commanding angels to sleeping in the straw.
From holding stars to clutching Mary’s finger.
When he saw the size of the womb, he could have stopped.
When he saw how tiny his hand would be, how soft his voice would be, how hungry his tummy would be, he could have stopped.
At the first whiff of the stinky stable, at the first gust of cold air.
The first time he scraped his knee or blew his nose or tasted burnt bagels, he could have turned and walked out.
When he saw the dirt floor of his Nazareth house.
When Joseph gave him a chore to do.
When his fellow students were dozing off during the reading of the Torah, his Torah.
At any point Jesus could have said, “That’s it! That’s enough! I’m going home.”
But he didn’t.
He didn’t, because he is love.
~ Max Lucado, “A Love Worth Giving”