At this Christmas time I reflect on the birth of Jesus Christ, and marvel at His coming. Our Savior, our Redeemer, with His never-ending kingdoms of glory and His majesty came to earth, not in that majesty, but in quite the opposite fashion. The creator of this earth came to earth in the most humble of ways. Born in a manager where sheep and cows lived, our Savior made His entrance. He began His mortal ministry not in majesty but in meekness and as a helpless baby. He had the glory of being the Son of God, yet He came to earth as a pauper (not a prince), an obscure child from the little-known town of Nazareth.
This testifies to me the true power of our Savior and our Heavenly Father - that even the most humble of people from the most modest of circumstances have the ability to rise to the greatest of heights, the pinnacle of nobilty.
Christ is our exemplar, our example. He was once a helpless child, and now he is the Redeemer of each of us, without whom, we would all remain helpless children.
