who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men.
What a thought to be not only in the presence of God but also to be one with Him in nature and essence. What comfort there must be for the Son to be in endless, perfect, holy and secure communion with the Father. How special an experience to enjoy an everlasting gaze upon the face that even angels dare not look upon. It’s impossible for our minds to accurately and wholly conceive of such a state of being. And if we could picture ourselves there we would never consider taking on a new nature, especially not one filled with the agonies of our human experience. But this is what the Son’s love for humanity propelled him to do.
This is the scene and story we remember this and every Christmas season. God loves sinnners so much, he became like them, endured their struggles and triumphed so that they too might triumph.