The birth of a child is a miraculous event we never want to miss. And it was so nice to see the family. But now, I’m cold and tired and ready to go.
We traded comfort and cozy to enter a cold and icy Minnesota winter; to help and witness the birth of a child.
Here we have no home.
Jesus, you did this. You left there to come here. Why?
You must have longed for the comfort of Home.
Is that why You often slipped off alone – to call Home?
Is that what caused You to rise early and stay up late?
Why would you do it?
Why leave the warmth of a love filled heaven to witness – no, more than witness, to be; the miraculous birth of a Child?
Why would you come to a world so cold?
We came for a visit to help and to witness the birth of an innocent child.
But You came for us, for me.
And I’m not innocent, at all.
How could You do it?
I held the spike.
I drove the nail.
Why would You choose to come?
Choose to die?
Why trade your innocence?
For my guilt?
So you too can be innocent. As you weathered the cold to welcome this new born child into your world ~ I did so to welcome you into Mine.