The Son

The world watching and waiting for a child to be born. Prayers to the Father for a safe delivery of mother and baby. Anxious anticipation of a future king or queen . . .a royal birth, half commoner – half royal, a life planned within the boundaries of protocol and expectations, filled with service to others. Camera lens poised to capture the first moment of presentation. Eager, welcoming, excited people keeping an eye on that double screen to see the door open and the three-some emerge.

A prince, born to privilege, comfort and luxury. A baby, ten fingers and ten toes, a sweet nose and rosebud mouth, soft downy hair and silky skin – and oh, that precious baby smell! He rests quietly in his mother’s arms completely unaware of the burden of the crown.

Heaven and Hell watching and waiting for a Child to be born. Prayers to the Father for a safe delivery of both mother and baby. Cursing from below! Mournful dread and exalted anticipation of a future King . . . half commoner – half royal, a life planned within the boundaries of the Father’s will, filled with service to others, redeeming all! Eternity poised to capture the first moment of presentation. Heavenly crowds keeping an eye on the immense screen to see the door open and the three-some emerge. Hell's dungeon's plotting death and destruction!

A Prince, born to privilege, comfort and luxury, yet delivered in a borrowed stable, laying in a cow’s manger surrounded by sights and smells of a barn. A Baby, ten fingers and ten toes, a sweet nose and rosebud mouth, soft downy hair and silky skin – and oh, that precious baby smell!! Resting quietly in His mother’s arms completely aware of the blessing of the Crown!