Not to Rome or Athens. Not even Jerusalem.
Not to a palace, temple or house of men.
He came in hiding to Bethlehem.
Our Lord of Glory, Creator Logos,
Yet, the Word made flesh spoke life again
By taking on our skin.
A blazing star and angel choir announced Messiah
To just a few.
A weary couple from Nazareth,
Some rough shepherds, pagan scholars, Anna and Simeon
Waited, watched, and searched for Him.
Why did God hide His glory in a cattle stall?
Why did the Source of Life, the Living Word, the Radiance of the Glory of God endure the womb, submit to birth, and lie powerless in a manger?
O the mystery and beauty and power of silent, humble love!