Born to Die.

I guess I always thought He came to be born; I always thought He was born to heal and preach and live. But He was born to die. To die.

He came to manger to go to the cross. He was born among the animals so He could go to slaughter. He came in the form of a man to save all mankind. From the manger, He foresaw the the cross, the blood, the nails, the pain inflicted without an outcry. From the disposition of the womb, He anticipated slander, malice, thorns, the doubt.

He came, knowing we would do this to Him, knowing the ones He came for would reject Him. That, even though He would suffer and die many would choose hell over Him. His was lot of sorrow, the portion of grief for a people lost.

Born to die.

A marvelous mystery.

It's worth it, bothers. It's worth it, sisters. To know our Infant King.