"How many kings, stepped down from their thrones?
How many lords have abandoned their homes?
How many greats have become the least for me?
How many Gods have poured out their hearts
To romance a world that has torn all apart?
How many fathers gave up their sons for me?
Only one did that for me"
~"How Many Kings" by Downhere​

In our culture dominated by media and popular opinion, celebrities and royalty are lifted up and idolized.  I remember a few years ago when every magazine was covering the wedding of William and Kate—the royal couple of England.  Our world is obsessed with individuals and couples of fame and fortune, super stars and royals; however, there was one royal couple that the world completely missed.  They were not pictured on the front page of The Bethlehem Times nor interviewed on national news; they were not welcomed with a parade or put up in a five star hotel; instead, they were turned out of the only inn available and sent to live in a dirty, cold, smelly, stable.  They were royal not by right of birth nor surge of fame and popularity, but because of whom they raised—the King of kings.

​Can you guess the couple I am referring to?

Creator became part of His creation.
          Eternal one stepped into time.
                  God became man.
                            Immanuel, God with us.

The gravity of sacrifice displayed in the incarnation is beyond our finite comprehension.  It’s like ants trying to follow computer coding; it’s impossible.  However, for us to truly understand the significance and meaning of Christmas, we must ponder and try to grasp what God did so many years ago.