A few weeks ago I had a girls night out with my 2 daughters to attend the Glory of Christmas production at a local church.  This year they focused on the birth of Christ through the eyes of the Wise Men as they followed the star.

I was enjoying the production, following along with the story until the end when the Wise Men finally arrived in Bethlehem.  They showed each coming down the aisle of the church one by one with their gift, approaching the Child, kneeling before Him as they presented the gift.  And that’s when I lost it.

I have a 19 month old son. The thought of having anyone, let alone rich, important, learned men come from afar with gifts, bowing before my son in adoration — in the words of Princess Bride – INCONCEIVABLE!  An infant.  An INFANT.  Who would worship an infant?  Why would anyone worship an infant?

An infant is small physically.  An infant is weak.  Totally dependent upon others for care, for food, for warmth, for clothing, for everything. An infant has no power in this world.  No authority.  No control.

Yet, that is exactly how our Lord chose to enter this world.  As a lowly infant.  Helpless.  Powerless.  Weak.  Dependent.  The KING OF KINGS, the CREATOR OF ALL THINGS entered the world as a weak, small, helpless, powerless, dependent baby.

That scene of the Wise Men coming before the infant King of Kings with all respect and humility, honoring and worshiping Him was more than I could bear.  What a reminder of the humility of our Lord.  What a reminder of His care and sacrifice.  What an AMAZING GOD.