Why would God leave the comfort and recognition of heaven to live on this ball of dirt in a time before morphine and indoor plumbing when the best of conditions barely paralleled the worst of modern day conditions? Why?
We think we know why He died. But what compelled him to live as one of us?
Everything has a beginning. Every person, every idea, every journey starts somewhere. Whether it’s one small step in a new direction or a major event, from that point forward nothing is ever the same.
It’s not always comfortable. It’s not always easy. But it’s a start.