It goes back to a quiet night…a quiet night, with a velvety sky above and a soothing calm washing over the earth.
And two people – a gentle man and a sinless woman who understood the call to surrender.
And there, in the peace and splendor of the evening, a baby comes into this world.
An innocent child with 10 fingers and 10 toes and a soft whimpering cry that is hushed by the rhythmic rocking in His mother’s warm arms.
An infant comforted, resting now, for one day rest will not come so easily – and He sleeps…
Sleeps because of His mother’s love.
A restless boy with a heart for adventure, and a soul compelled to know more.
Sneaking away, He knows there’s a purpose – a deeper meaning to His simple existence.
And moved, pulled into the sacred rooms of the glorious temple, He discovers where His heart surely rests – with the unexplainable presence of God.
And they both know, realize that their son of just 12 has come to realize who and what He truly is.
A boy comforted, resting in His presence now, for one day rest will not come so easily – and He learns…
Learns because of a newly discovered love.
An honest young man, comfortable with friends and family, and a heart for helping others.
Knows what He is truly here for, but unsure of when or how to begin.
So prodded by His mother, the woman He adores most, He reveals Himself and begins this life of devoting self.
And He knows that His public self has come to be.
So He teaches and heals, calls forth and challenges, resting in His understanding now, for one day rest will not come so easily – and he lives…
Lives because of His Father’s love.
A beaten man. A beaten, worn, bloody man hanging upon two beams of splintery wood, nailed up for all to see.
Who hours before had prayed to be delivered of such a terrible end, but who had accepted this enormous task, now dying a slow and painful death.
So drawn, drawn to the inevitable end and the pain in death, He goes.
And they all know who He was, the man who had come for them.
No longer resting in His mother’s arms.
No longer resting in God’s sacred presence.
No longer resting in His understanding.
This is the moment where rest does not come easily, for His death is not the peaceful end, but rather a harsh beginning.
And He dies…
Dies because of the world’s sin.
Dies because of the unbelievable need.
Dies because of His unconditional love.
And two people – a gentle man and a sinless woman who understood the call to surrender.
And there, in the peace and splendor of the evening, a baby comes into this world.
An innocent child with 10 fingers and 10 toes and a soft whimpering cry that is hushed by the rhythmic rocking in His mother’s warm arms.
An infant comforted, resting now, for one day rest will not come so easily – and He sleeps…
Sleeps because of His mother’s love.
A restless boy with a heart for adventure, and a soul compelled to know more.
Sneaking away, He knows there’s a purpose – a deeper meaning to His simple existence.
And moved, pulled into the sacred rooms of the glorious temple, He discovers where His heart surely rests – with the unexplainable presence of God.
And they both know, realize that their son of just 12 has come to realize who and what He truly is.
A boy comforted, resting in His presence now, for one day rest will not come so easily – and He learns…
Learns because of a newly discovered love.
An honest young man, comfortable with friends and family, and a heart for helping others.
Knows what He is truly here for, but unsure of when or how to begin.
So prodded by His mother, the woman He adores most, He reveals Himself and begins this life of devoting self.
And He knows that His public self has come to be.
So He teaches and heals, calls forth and challenges, resting in His understanding now, for one day rest will not come so easily – and he lives…
Lives because of His Father’s love.
A beaten man. A beaten, worn, bloody man hanging upon two beams of splintery wood, nailed up for all to see.
Who hours before had prayed to be delivered of such a terrible end, but who had accepted this enormous task, now dying a slow and painful death.
So drawn, drawn to the inevitable end and the pain in death, He goes.
And they all know who He was, the man who had come for them.
No longer resting in His mother’s arms.
No longer resting in God’s sacred presence.
No longer resting in His understanding.
This is the moment where rest does not come easily, for His death is not the peaceful end, but rather a harsh beginning.
And He dies…
Dies because of the world’s sin.
Dies because of the unbelievable need.
Dies because of His unconditional love.
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