Catherine, the Duchess of Cambridge, has given birth to a son, and the whole world seems to be watching and fascinated. There’s nothing inherently wrong with our interest, but a bit of perspective is in order.
Contrast the birth of this little boy, whose undoubtedly long name we don’t know yet, with the birth of another little boy, whose name we do know over two thousand years ago.
Now in those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus, that a census be taken of all the inhabited earth. This was the first census taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. And everyone was on his way to register for the census, each to his own city. Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the city of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and family of David, in order to register along with Mary, who was engaged to him, and was with child. While they were there, the days were completed for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped him in cloths, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. (Luke 2:1-7)
Luke’s account of the birth of Jesus continues by noting that the first group of people to become aware of His birth were shepherds out in the fields doing their job.
No press. No fanfare. No hospital room. No room, for that matter. An ordinary birth not announced worldwide on Twitter.
But what a difference it, and He, made!
But when the fullness of time came, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the Law, so that He might redeem those who were under the Law, that we might receive our adoption as sons. (Galatians 4:4-5)
I’m happy for Will and Kate, but I’ll have a side of perspective with my fish and chips (generously covered with malt vinegar and salt).