In Isaiah 9:6, we read: “For unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given; And the government will be upon His shoulder.”
“Count the light bulbs again, did you?” Grandfather chuckled. “Guess I did the same at your age.”
Seatbelts fastened, he pulled into the street, headed east. “We’re not going home?”
“Nope. Taking a detour.” Out of town, he turned down a dirt road filled with potholes and deep ruts.
“The farm?” Timmy leaned forward as the truck came to a stop. “That old barn's about to fall down.”
“Come on.” Behind his seat, Grandfather pulled out a bag. “I brought lunch. Grab that blanket, will you?” He pushed open the barn door, Timmy on his heels. He stopped, sneezed.
“This is a palace compared to the place our Lord was born,” Grandfather said. “Help me spread the blanket.” After eating, He leaned against one of the posts.
December wind whistled through the cracks, stirring bits of hay and dirt. In the sun's rays, dust motes danced in the air.
“Why wasn’t The Lord Jesus born in a palace?” Timmy shivered, pulled his jacket tighter.
“He removed His royal robes in Heaven and came to earth clothed in flesh as a baby, helpless and dependent,” Grandfather said. "He did it to offer everyone His grace and love, whether they’re born in a stable or a castle. He invites whosoever to come.”
“That includes me,” Timmy sniffed.
“I am sorry. It’s easy to forget what He did for me.”
Grandfather hugged him. “Understood. We humans tend to accept His gifts and forget we receive them because He took our place on the cross.” Timmy dipped his head. “But the good news? He loves us and understands us.” Timmy’s head snapped up, his smile outshining his tears.
Kingdom Thinking. The Christmas season brings much to remember—Unto us the Lord Jesus came to earth as a baby to prepare the way to Heaven. He loves me and promises never to leave me. He has a plan for my life. He loves you and offers the same to you. Please come.