Immanuel, God with us.
Come with me for a moment. To a manger. Nestled in a small village on a cloudless starry night. Everything about this moment is beautiful. Well.. almost everything. The setting. The scene. The silence of the wonder, it is all beautiful. Even the pungent smell of animal manure that fills the small manger cannot distill the beauty of this moment. Listen to the stillness of night and hear the angels, the choirs of heaven joining in to hail the arrival of the Prince of peace into the world. This scene plays out in a lowly manger with characters hand-picked and positioned by the Director, God Himself. There surrounded by the crude smells of farm animals sits an ordinary teenage girl, holding the Son of God in swaddling clothes. No titles or credentials she holds. No trophies. No awards. Just steadfast. Just faithful. Behind the young virgin mother stands a young carpenter, a man who like his y...