The Baby Jesus - The Infant Savior

Karl Crawford • December 24, 2025

I have thought for many years

about the shepherds in the field the night the heavenly host announced the birth of the long-awaited Messiah. It had to be heady to be one of those shepherds kneeling before those angels and then going into Bethlehem to actually visit the new parents and the Baby. The baby? The Messiah is a Baby? A newborn, helpless, Baby?


“And you shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger”

“He was meek and lowly…”

“He had no form or comeliness…”

“There is no beauty that we should desire Him…”

“He was despised and we esteemed Him not…”


His parents fled to Egypt to protect Him from Pilate who sought to kill Him.


There were some closest to Him who thought that He was crazy.


The pious, religious leaders of the Jews sought to trip Him up and discredit His ministry.


The Romans scourged Him and spat on Him.


His opposition were given a choice to free Jesus or a criminal…they chose the criminal.


A Roman soldier drove spikes through His hands and ankles to attach Him to the cross.


When He was hanging on the cross, dying, soldiers gambled for His clothes.


And this is the Messiah? The One who will bring salvation to humankind? They taunted Him that day, saying, “How can He save the world if He can’t even save Himself?” And they laughed at the jokes they made about Him while He struggled to breathe.


A few men were pallbearers that day for the Eternal God, the Savior of the world; they carried His body to a borrowed tomb.


The Word tells us that the Heavenly Father uses the weak things of this world to confound the wise. It is common in the church for us to admire the flashy, the eloquent, the wealthy, the talented and the beautiful. I wonder what we would have thought of Jesus. That He was crazy? Or homely? Would we have rejected Him? Would we have voted for Barabbas? Would we have laughed that He couldn’t save Himself? Would we have walked back to our homes that afternoon and said, “Well, that’s over”?


Would we have missed the fact that the baby in the swaddling clothes was the Lion of the Tribe of Judah? That the itinerant rabbi was the Living Word? That the One who healed the sick was the One who holds universes together by His own power? That the One who died had conquered death and would soon be seated by His Father on Heaven’s throne? That the one who appeared to be defeated was instead the Victor? That He is coming back for His people to take them to be with Him? That He is worthy of honor and praise and glory and blessing?


The Apostle Paul tells us that He “…is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of every creature: For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by him, and for him: And he is before all things, and by him all things consist. And he is the head of the body, the church: who is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead; that in all things he might have the preeminence. For it pleased the Father that in him should all fulness dwell; And, having made peace through the blood of his cross, by him to reconcile all things unto himself; by him, I say, whether they be things in earth, or things in heaven.”[1]


What will you do with Jesus? Will you accept Him as Savior? Will you obey Him as Lord? Will you serve Him as King? Will you watch the Eastern Sky for His return?


The nails did not hold Him to the cross that day—His love for you held Him there. He died so you can live with Him, now and forevermore.


Fear not! I bring you good tidings of great joy. For unto (insert your name here) was born in Bethlehem, the Savior, which is Christ the Lord. That announcement is as important to you and me today as it was to the shepherds that night two millennia ago. But it is only good news if you know Him as your Savior. Do you?


 
[1] Colossians 1:15-20

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