Sing We All of Christmas: Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

Have you ever stopped to think about what it means for Christ to have been holy....and....lowly?

And how you and I are to follow that exact pattern of holiness....and lowliness?  Of humility and service and never-tiring self-sacrifice?  (Like when he took His disciples to a quiet place to rest, only to be followed by literally thousands of people needing help, and He patiently taught, healed and fed until the day was done.)

Sounds exhausting, doesn't it?  Impossible?

Maybe He offers the strength to keep serving when the stress mounts.  When it's hard to get anything done, let alone everything.  Maybe He offers the wisdom when it's hard to know whether to say yes or say no.  Maybe that's when (or part of when) His strength is made perfect in weakness. 

Especially when we are [doing laundry, teaching lessons, washing dishes, unpacking boxes, getting exercise, raising kids, going to work, helping with the children's ministries at church...or whatever it is that you do and I do] for His glory and with His purposes in mind and at heart.

With humility.

Bearing the fruits of the Spirit because we ask for the Spirit and accept the Spirit and all He offers by faith.

Then, in holiness.

Like Jesus.  The "Infant Holy, Infant Lowly."

Infant holy, infant lowly,
For His bed a cattle stall;
Oxen lowing, little knowing
Christ the babe is Lord of all;
Swift are winging angels singing,
Noels ringing, tidings bringing,
Christ the babe is Lord of all,
Christ the babe is Lord of all.

Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping
Vigil till the morning new;
Saw the glory, heard the story,
Tidings of the gospel true;
Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow,
Praises voicing greet the morrow,
Christ the babe was born for you,
Christ the babe was born for you.