Baby's Cry

It’s five am and I lay awake in the darkness of a December morning hearing in my mind the sound of the cry of a new born baby. Who would know that God would one day breathe, for the first time, the cool air of Bethlehem? Healthy babies do cry you know, and babies need diapers. The Great Shepherd had come to look for lost sheep, but the journey begins on his mothers breast. A loving mother tenderly caring for a dependant child. A carpenter burping a baby on his strong shoulder is not difficult to imagine, but God needing to be burped is difficult to fathom. The angels were told to sing to the shepherds, but they must have found it difficult to understand that the One who created them would put Himself in such a predicament. Why do I keep hearing that new born cry? It is the cry of new life. It is the cry of a loving God who became one of us so we could become like Him. It is Grace stepping into life’s pain, bringing new hope. He cried in Bethlehem so one day He could wipe the tears from our eyes. Oh!! The Joy of Christmas.