Away in a manger no crib for a bed

The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head

The stars in the sky look down where He lay

The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay

What if God was one of us? What would that mean?

It would mean that God had two little feet and ten little toes. It would mean He played with those toes and realized they were His.

It would mean God was hungry and had to depend on His mother for food. It would mean He stank when someone needed to change Him.

It would mean God cried and laughed and giggled and reached out His arms for someone to pick Him up. It would mean many lowly people – family members and neighbors in the village – held God in their arms.

It would mean God spit up and had to be burped. And sometimes He would cry and His mother would not know why.

It would mean God got a runny nose and someone would need to wipe His face.

It would mean God spent a lot of time on His back looking up (as opposed to looking down on all of us).

It would mean God found that warm, cuddly spot at His mother’s breast that suddenly made everything okay.

It would mean that God brought great joy to His parents by blowing bubbles and making unintelligible sounds.

It would mean that God got picked up a lot, sometimes by total strangers.

It would mean that someone had to look after God once in a while to give His Mom and Dad a break.

It would mean that God made himself utterly helpless so He could identify with us and eventually do what none of us could ever do for ourselves and live … pay for our sins.

It had to be done; love made God do it.