December 19—A Pearl for Today
“And He took them in His arms and began blessing them …” (Mark 10:16).
BETHLEHEM’S BABY
Everyone loves a baby. Well, almost everyone. I read a plaque that said, “Babies are God’s way of saying the world should continue.” God loves His new little creations. We know that whatever God loves, Satan hates. In the scriptures we repeatedly observe Satan’s hatred of infants. In Exodus 1:22 Pharoah commanded all his people to cast the Israelite boy babies in the Nile. Matthew 2:16 tells us that Herod sent and slew all the male children in Bethlehem who were two years old and under.
We know who was behind these murders. Jesus, speaking of Satan in John 8:44, says, “He was a murderer from the beginning …”
In our culture, babies who are an inconvenience have their lives snuffed out before they even emerge from their mothers’ wombs. Satan is not omniscient, so he does not know which babies might grow to accept Christ and serve Him. He wants to destroy them before they have that opportunity.
Mary, the mother of Jesus, in obedience to a message from God, was courageous to give birth to God’s Son, our savior. How important was this birth? History is measured from the moment of His arrival.
How important is this birth to you and me? What we do, accept, and believe about Jesus Christ is the key to where we spend eternity. Rejecting Him as savior means spending eternity separated from God. Accepting Him as savior provides a relationship now and throughout eternity.
As a child I accepted Christ as my savior at a small rural school and church in northeastern Oklahoma. It was by far the best and most important decision I have made, or ever will make, in this life.
Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world.
Jesus died for all the children, all the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight. Jesus died for all the children of the world.
History’s hinge hangs on the door of the Bethlehem stable.
