Jesus Christ was born in the poorest of circumstances but the air above was filled with hallelujahs of the heavenly host. His lodging was a cattle pen, but a star drew distinguished visitors from afar to do Him homage and present Him with rich gifts.
His birth was contrary to the laws of life. His death was contrary to the laws of death. No miracle is so inexplicable as His life and teaching.
He had no cornfields or fisheries, but He could spread a table for five thousand and have bread and fish to spare. He walked on the waters, and they supported Him.
His crucifixion was the crime of crimes, but on God's side no lower price than His infinite agony could have made possible our redemption. When He died, only a few men mourned; but a black crepe was hung over the sun. Though men trembled not for their sins, the earth beneath shook under the load. All nature honored Him; sinners alone rejected Him.
He preached His Gospel for only three and one-half years. He wrote no book and had no money back of Him; yet after two thousand years He is the one central character of human history, the perpetual theme of all preaching, the pivot around which the events of the ages revolve, the only Regenerator of the sinful human race.
Was it merely the son of Joseph and Mary who crossed the world's horizon two thousand years ago? Was it merely human blood that was spilled on Calvary's hill for the redemption of sinners and which has worked such wonders in men and nations through the centuries?
What thinking man can keep from exclaiming "My Lord and my God!"
—Keith L. Brooks
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