Baby Jesus

disclaimer...this is not Bible study. This is how I feel about Jesus and what I may know...or not.

I remember knowing Jesus as a baby. He was the Son of God, born in a manger. I had no idea as a child what this meant.
In the Bible you see a baby, and then an adult. There was no awkward teen years... no school crushes... no boys playing ball outside. But that had to happen.
Jesus had to eat and poop and spit up on Mary when He was an infant. He had to play ball with His friends and hide and go seek; he must have  watched that cute girl from down the road walk to the well... maybe even tease His buddies when they did that boy thing to get her attention.
Jesus had to do all those things because He was not just God, but a man as well.
God didn’t have the angels announce Jesus to shepherds because they won the blue ribbons at the
Fair. God didn’t steer the astronomer kings because they brought good gifts. God announced Jesus to the lowliest of the low and the highest of the highs because Jesus is everyone’s Savior.
The shepherds walked to the stable and the kings rode camels. The shepherds had a short distance and the kings a long one. But each faction went to where Jesus was, because Jesus was there.
I saw a promise fulfilled... a search ended... a desire satisfied.
In this way, we too must find Jesus from our own place and in our own way. So now you know that as a child, I started my search and finally realize that the person I found is the same one the rich, smart and beautiful people found. He is all there is for all we are.
And that is why I want to tell you what happened to me next.