He will not shout or cry out, or raise his voice in the streets. A bruised reed he will not break. Isaiah 42:2-3
In winter, I often wake to the beautiful surprise of a world blanketed in the peace and quiet of an early morning snow. (As on Christmas Eve) Not loudly like a spring thunderstorm that announces its presence in the night, snow comes softly.
In “Winter Snow Song,” Audrey Assad sings that Jesus could have come to earth in power like a hurricane, but instead He came quietly and slowly like the winter snow falling softly in the night outside my window.
Jesus’ arrival took many by quiet surprise. Instead of being born in a palace, He was born in an unlikely place, a humble dwelling outside Bethlehem. And He slept in the only bed available, a manger. Instead of being attended by royalty and government officials, Jesus was welcome by lowly shepherds. Instead of having wealth, Jesus parents could only afford the inexpensive sacrifice of two birds when they presented Him at the temple.
Jesus came gently in order to draw us to himself with His offer of peace with God, a peace still available to anyone who believes the unexpected story of a Savior born in a manger.