A Prayer about a King Who Became a Baby

King Jesus,

On this Christmas morn, I marvel at your humility.

You, the King of the cosmos, the Ruler of the universe,

deigned to become a cooing, crying, wetting, nursing infant.

You chose to make yourself weak and lowly,

utterly dependent on a human mother and father for food, warmth, and shelter.

In becoming poor, you gifted us with the abundant riches of your grace.

Open our eyes to rejoice over your great gift to us—your marvelous mercy.

May we not only receive it but may we share it lavishly with a dark and hurting world.

In your humble, reigning name. Amen.

Read Philippians 2:1-11.