One of my favorite lyrics is from the carol I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day. It says, “God is not dead, nor doth He sleep.” I would love to just sing that line over and over but today I am humbled by the fact that He did sleep. He slept in a womb. He slept in a young girl’s arms. He slept in dirty hay. He slept while his earthly parents were questioned of their own morality. He slept everyday during His time on this earth. Sleep is something that we must have to function and most of us would say we’d like more of but God had never, ever slept before. He had rested, yes, but not slept. I am blown away by this act of humility and that after giving Himself up to sleep, He willingly died. He subjected Himself to a form that was only an image of the Father to provide righteousness for us. He being God was not overcome by death and because of that we sing, “God is not dead, nor doth He sleep.” Amen and Merry Christmas.
I feel a song coming on……………..
Yep. Already working on it