The King

Why would a rich man become a poor man?
Why would a King cast off his crown to put on the rags of a servant?
It is because the rich King is love incarnate; he is powerful in might yet strong in love.
The King could crush me with his power but instead cradles me in his arms.
This King was once cradled as well; cradled in his mother's arms.
The King, the creator of the universe, shackled himself to flesh;
It was the tender vulnerable flesh of a newborn child.
Self-sufficiency became dependency.
The one who breathed life into man took his first breath as he emerged into the world.
The one who sustains the world was sustained and nourished by his mother.
Yet, the cloud of holiness did not lift from this child; his perfection was being made perfect for sacrifice.
The King came to earth to give us his perfection. He was born for death.
Born for the grave and yet raised to life.
The tender vulnerable flesh became calloused and rough to be broken.
Broken, torn and ripped flesh, offered up on the altar of a tree.
This is our King who poured himself out and counted his Kingship as nothing.
This is the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, who came as a baby to bring his people out from the clutches of darkness.
He lived a human life so we might have life in him; he died to give me life eternally.