A Baby, A Feeding Trough

I am humbled today reflecting on a baby in a feeding trough. A feeding trough. The Great I AM bent down so low as to be born and placed, as His first resting place, in a feeding trough. I think about it often and it reduces me to a quivering mess. Who am I to have a comfortable bed to sleep in tonight when my King slept His first nights in a place where pigs saliva and horse snot were probably found. It's mind-blowing and heart wrenching and I can't help but be in absolute and complete awe. The fact that God reduces Himself to our lowliness, the fact that God made covenants with people who can't even keep their word to each other, much less to the Creator of the universe, completely blows my mind. God is not accountable to us, and yet He gives us His sweet promise. He gives us His sweet Son through whom we have eternal life and reconciliation with our Father. Because of His willingness to be made so low we have so much, we have everything. As we, who call ourselves Christians, go on to celebrate our sweet Savior's birth, remember His call to become like Him and remember His willingness to become as low as possible in His birth and in His death. May our hearts remain open and willing to be humbled and made low so that we may share the love the Christ awakens in our hearts.
In Him
~Jennanana


"Look, He's covered in dirt, and the blood of His mother has mixed with the earth, and she's just a child who's throbbing in pain from the terror of birth by the light of a cave.
Now they've laid that small Baby where creatures come eat like a meal for the swine who have no clue that He is still holding together the world that they see, they don't know just how low, but He has to go lower still.

Look, now He's kneeling, He's washing their feet!
Though they're all filthy fisherman, traitors, and thieves.
Now He's pouring his heart out and they're falling asleep, but He has to go lower still.

There is greater love to show! Hands to the plow! Further down now! Blood must flow!

All these steps are personal! All His shame is ransom!

Oh do you see? Do you see just how low He has come? Do you see it now?
No one takes from Him. You can't take what he freely gives away...

Beat in His face; tear the skin off His back. Lower still. Lower still.
Strip off His clothes; make Him crawl through the streets. Lower still. Lower still.
Hang Him like meat on a criminal's tree. Lower still! Lower still!
Bury His corpse in the earth like a seed, like a seed, like a seed. Lower still!
Lower still, Lower still, Lower still, Lower still.

The earth explodes, she cannot hold Him. And all therein is placed beneath Him.
And death itself no longer reigns, it cannot keep the ones He gave Himself to save.
And as the universe shatters, the darkness dissolves, He alone will be honored, we will bathe in His splendor as...

...All Heads Bow Lower Still! All Heads Bow Lower Still!"