What's Under Your Tree

It was in the glorious heavenly realm that a very special and unique relationship was formed. The Son knew that He must become the perfect sacrifice so His Father could be adorned. But such a safe and secure haven this was for the Son, who knew that His time would eventually come. Like a larvae enveloped by the protective cocoon, or the newborn nestled in it's mother's womb, He was...... content, trying not to think of the undeniably heavy work to be done. Surely it was here in this pristine place that the Son was meant to be, a very integral part of the famed, yet mostly mysterious trinity. Hangin' with His Dad and the heavenly hosts provided so much joy---- really --- must He leave? Oh yes, in fact the hour had come that brought upon the Son much grief and trepidation.He must exit His "comfort zone" and completely acquiesce to the will of His Father. Oh, must there be this indelible alienation? You see, the Father could easily see how man had messed up his destiny by living for himself, no real purpose in mind,even jeopardizing his very eternity. An example, a prototype, was needed for dark and decrepid man to detect the errors of his ways, perhaps deter God's wrath. Who better than God's perfect Son to be man's "super - hero", coming to shameless earth to assist him.... to light his path. Most amazing is the method by which God elected to fulfill this much needed plan. All because of His overwhelming love for man. He did not set the Son atop a majestic white stallion as the mighty and acclaimed King of the world, or even amidst a multitude of seraphim with sacred banners unfurled. But instead, He allowed that His Son be revealed to mankind in the most humble of ways.... in the form of a baby,even yet the Ancient of Days, born in a lowly manger since, from the inn, His mother and father had been turned away. Oh, but most certainly He deserved a more grandiose entrance, one with much pomp and circumstance. For indeed this was God incarnate, presenting Himself to man so he might live an abundant life, full of meaning and purpose, not just one of happenstance. But oh let the world rejoice with heart and soul and voice. For the Prince of Peace, Emmanuel was born and thus....Christmas morn. The most precious gift there could ever be, one for you and for me, is one that can not be found under any tree.