Join the Triumph of the Skies

Sweet baby Meredith in her mother's loving arms

"And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born. Mary gave birth to her firstborn Son. She wrapped Him snugly in strips of cloth and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room in the inn." (Luke 2:6-7)

After PDA surgery, rounds of steroids, and a plethora of prayers, baby Meredith has turned the corner. She's now a whopping 4 lbs. 5 oz. and continues to have good reports. Praise You, Lord Jesus, from whom all blessings flow!

And praise You, Lord Jesus, that 2,000 some odd years ago, though You are God, You did not think equality with Father God as something to cling to. Instead, You gave up Your divine privileges; You took the humble position of a slave and You were born as a tiny baby boy. 

When You appeared as man, You humbled Yourself in obedience to Father God and died a criminal's death on a cross. There, He highly exalted You to the place of highest honor and gave You the name above all names, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue declare that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father (Phil. 2:6-11).

Hark the herald angels sing,

"Glory to the newborn King"

Peace on earth, and mercy mild

God and sinners reconciled

Joyful all ye nations rise

Join the triumph of the skies

With angelic host proclaim,

"Christ is born in Bethlehem"

Hark the herald angels sing,

"Glory to the newborn King!" 1

1 HARK THE HERALD ANGELS SING. Charles Wesley, 1739.