12/25/2025
👑 Born of Heaven. Wrapped in Flesh. Given for the World.
There was no fanfare.
No royal procession.
No throne room filled with gold.
Just a quiet night.
A young mother.
A feeding trough.
And heaven holding its breath.
The birth of Jesus was not ordinary — it was supernatural.
Eternity stepped into time.
The Infinite clothed Himself in fragile flesh.
The Word that spoke galaxies into existence chose to be born unable to speak.
Let that settle for a moment.
God didn’t arrive as a warrior.
He didn’t come demanding allegiance.
He came as a baby — vulnerable, dependent, approachable.
Because love does not force itself.
Love gives itself.
From the very beginning, His purpose was clear.
He was born to die.
Not because He was weak — but because He was willing.
Not because humanity deserved it — but because love demanded it.
The manger and the cross were never separate events.
The wood of the cradle pointed to the wood of the cross.
The swaddling cloths whispered of burial linens.
The light over Bethlehem foreshadowed the darkness He would enter — for us.
This was not a rescue plan formed later.
This was the plan before the foundations of the world.
God knew the cost.
And He paid it anyway.
Jesus did not come to improve humanity.
He came to redeem it.
He did not come to give advice.
He came to give His life.
And in doing so, He gave the greatest gift that could ever be given:
➡️ Access — back to the Father
➡️ Reconciliation — where separation once ruled
➡️ Freedom — where bo***ge once lived
➡️ Life — where death once reigned
This is why heaven rejoiced that night.
This is why angels filled the sky.
This is why a single star burned brighter than all the rest.
Because hope had arrived — not as an idea, but as a Person.
So pause here.
Breathe.
Let your heart bow before the King who chose humility over power, sacrifice over safety, and love over self-preservation.
Worship Him — not just with songs, but with wonder.
With gratitude.
With surrendered awe.
The baby in the manger is the Lamb on the throne.
The child born in Bethlehem is the Savior of the world.
And the gift given that night still stands — offered freely, fully, and forever.
Glory to the King who was born…
to die…
so that we could truly live.
—Reeni Mederos 🤍✨
Merry Christmas ✝️👑🎁
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