In December 1903, after many attempts, the Wright brothers successfully got their "flying machine" off the ground. Thrilled, they telegraphed this message to their sister Katherine: "We have actually flown 120 feet. Will be home for Christmas." Katherine hurried to the local newspaper editor and showed him the message. He glanced at it and said, "How nice. The boys will be home for Christmas."
It’s so easy to miss the most important stories: the night of Jesus' birth, the world was distracted by many things. Emperors and Kings sat on their thrones and ruled their nations in power and splendor. In meek contrast, God’s visit to earth occurred in an animal shelter with no attendants present and nowhere to lay the newborn king but a feed trough. Indeed, the event that divided history, and even our calendars, into two parts may have had more animal than human witnesses.
Jesus had every right to be celebrated like royalty, but he chose a humble birth. If only our humility could resemble that of Christ’s.
Someone once said that if our greatest need had been information, God would have sent us an educator; If our greatest need had been technology, God would have sent us a scientist; If our greatest need had been money, God would have sent us an economist; If our greatest need had been pleasure, God would have sent us an entertainer; But our greatest need was forgiveness, so God sent us a Savior.