The Birth of A Message Worth Dying For



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Years ago, One Father sent His son into the world. There he lay in swaddling clothes surrounded by a few simple people who came to love him, his purpose, and his destiny.

Jesus left this world as he came into the world . . . wearing only a simple garment swaddled around his loins – yet his birth was far more celebrated than His death.

 

At His Birth shepherds spread the word about His delivery.  

At His death priests and elders spread the word to have Him executed.

At His Birth some protected.

At His death some betrayed.

At His Birth shepherds praised, “He has come! He has come!”

At his death crowds shouted, “Take Him Away!  Take Him Away!”

At His Birth they worshipped.

At his death they mocked.

At his Birth they presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.

At His death they offered him wine mixed with poison.

At His Birth his mother gleamed.

At His death His mother wept.

At His birth the angels declared: This is Jesus

“He is the Messiah, the Lord”

 

At His death they placed above his head the

written charge against him:

“this is Jesus, the king of the Jews.”

 

In the end 

the message remained the same

People changed