As Christmas rapidly approachs, nothing stirs the heart and sets the mood for the celebration like meditating on the person of Christ. Those who think of Him much will think much of Him. There is simply no better exercise for the soul. With that in mind, perhaps these words from the pen of Charles Spurgeon will put you in the right frame of mind:
Christ is unspeakable in his condescension.
Can any one measure or describe how far Christ stooped,
when, from the throne of splendor, he came to a manger
to be swaddled and lie where the horned oxen fed.
Oh, what a stoop of condescension was that!
The Infinite becomes an infant!
The Eternal is dandled on a woman’s knee.
He is there in the carpenter’s shop, obedient to his
parents; there in poverty, crying, “The Son of man has not
where to lay his head;” and there, in thirst, asking of a
guilty woman a drink of water.
It is unspeakable!
That he, before whom all the hosts of heaven veiled their
faces, should come here among men, and among the
poorest of the poor- that he who dwelt amidst the glory
and the bliss of the land of light, should condescend to be
a Man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief, passes
Such a Savior is a gift unspeakable.