1 Corinthians 13:4-7 F. F. Bruce Paraphrase Love is patient, love is kind, love knows no jealousy, love is never boastful. Love puts on no airs, never acts dishonourably, never places her own interests first, and never loses her temper. Love never imputes evil motives, never feels glad when others go wrong, but rejoices in everything that is right and true. Love conceals the faults of others, always believes the best, never despairs, and remains steadfast to the end. Love doesn't put on airs because it values others above its own self. We see that in Jesus in all He does. First, He values His Father above all and chooses obedience to Him. Secondly, He takes the Father's redemptive vision for us. Philippians 2 speaks of this so beautifully. Christ is ready to take the lowest place and fill it with Himself. And as a result, He is actually raised to the highest place. Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death--even death on a cross! Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Ken Helser wrote a song, "Love can go down to the lowest places; love does not hide from pitiful faces. . . "
And lest we lose the wonder of Christ's coming, let me share some words from Max Lucado's book, God Came Near: ". . .She can't take her eyes off him. Somehow Mary knows she is holding God. So this is he. She remembers the words of the angel. 'His kingdom will never end.'
"He looks like anything but a king. His face is prunish and red. His cry, though strong and healthy, is still the helpless and piercing cry of a baby. And he is absolutely dependent upon Mary for his well-being.
"Majesty in the midst of the mundane. Holiness in the filth of sheep manure and sweat. Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager and in the presence of a carpenter.
"She touches the face of the infant-God. How long was your journey!
"This baby had overlooked the universe. These rags keeping him warm were the robes of eternity. His golden throne room had been abandoned in favor of a dirty sheep pen. And worshiping angels had been replaced with kind but bewildered shepherds.
Meanwhile, the city hums. The merchants are unaware that God has visited their planet. The innkeeper would never believe that he had just sent God into the cold. And the people would scoff at anyone who told them the Messiah lay in the arms of a teenager on the outskirts of their village. They were all too busy to consider the possibility."
It wasn't about Jesus' rights and privileges. It was about His love and just where it would take Him. We can so easily become blinded and uncaring about the needs of others. Love doesn't just look the other way. There's an old Indian saying, "Walk a mile in my shoes." Jesus did just that--more than a few miles, in fact. They weren't Air Jordans, just dusty dirty sandals. But in wearing them, He found He could fly and take us with Him. What a journey!