And yet, he was born.
On a quiet night. In a lonely barn. Amidst the smell of the animals...God was born.
He also grew. Took his first steps. Said his first words. Learned to tie his sandals. Maybe Mary had a post in her Nazarene home where she kept track of Jesus' monthly height!
A normal childhood.
Except there weren't any temper tantrums. He never told a fib. He never took a Hamantash cookie when he wasn't supposed to.
Even as a teen, he never said, "Mom, I hate you!" He never snuck out at night to graffiti the local synagogue. He never missed an opportunity to show his parents how much he loved them.
He was perfect. In every way.
Thank God for Jesus' perfect. Because when Jesus died on the cross, He exchanged this perfect life of His for your imperfect one.
It's why he died.
It's why through faith in him you'll live.
PRAYER: Dear heavenly Father, I have been sinning against you since I was very young. I was spoiled, rotten, and awful to my parents. Forgive me O Lord. Forgive me for the sake of my perfect brother, Jesus. He died for me and took my punishment. Through faith in Him, I know I will live to be in your house in heaven. Help me today to live as he did in thankfulness to you. Amen.