Earlier on this year, the world eagerly awaited the birth of Prince George, the Prince who will one day become the King of the Country. The press and media were constantly updating us on the Duchess of Cambridge and her morning sickness and how she was keeping. When it came time for the Prince to be born, people travelled from all over the world to camp outside the hospital, just to try and get a glimpse or snap a photo of the new born Prince. Following his birth, I have no doubt that he would have received first class care in St Mary's Hospital and on going home with his parents, people had sent gifts from near and far to congratulate the family on their new son. It was a lovely time for the country and many people celebrated his birth.
Let's compare this to the birth of another Prince...
"She gave birth to her first child, a son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them." (Luke 2:7 NLT)
When Jesus, the Son of God, the Prince of Peace and King of Kings was born, there was no one there waiting for his arrival. In fact, no one had any room for Mary and Joseph to stay in for Jesus to be born. People weren't waiting to find of his birth and spread the news to their friends and family. No one was interested in His mother, Mary and people probably judged her as she was pregnant before marriage, yet this woman was carrying the most important child ever to be born.
I find it so humbling that Jesus, the man who came to die for the sins of the world to provide us all with the opportunity of eternal life, was born in such poor conditions, was wrapped in some cloth and placed in a manger that animals would have eaten out of! It doesn't seem like the birth a King should have, yet that is how the Son of God was brought into the world.
There is a song by a group called Downhere, you can listen to it at
The words of the chorus are:
"How many Kings, stepped down from their throne?
How many Lords have abandoned their home?
How many greats have become the least for me?
And how many Gods have poured out their hearts,
To romance a world that was torn all apart?
How many Fathers gave up their sons for me?
Only one did that for me."