We can't get away from it. Everyone's waiting, watching, wondering. "Royalty! A future heir to the throne," buzzes through the crowds. Commoners set their camps up, the Dignified travel from afar, following their GPS. Light shows begin to flash and glorious announcements prevail throughout the Kingdom.
For centuries, scribes and prophets recorded this event. Wars raged, nations divided, and then silence for 400 years. Our scrolls, our stories, we've passed on through generations. This One to be born--surely a celebration, a heralding of magnificent Hope, of promised Unity.
A mother's joyful pain, a father's obedient responsibily, and God's love-filled breath labored through the Holiest of nights. The lamb of God, the Prince of Peace, born King of Kings and Lord of Lords!
It's a Boy! Emmanuel, God With Us. Hail to the King!