“For unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given….” — Isaiah 9:6, NKJV.
When Isaiah the prophet said, “Unto us,” he spoke of his national family, Israel. Christ would be born a son of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. But the message of “unto us” did not and does not stop there. Isaiah also spoke those words as a man. For that reason, the “us” to whom this Child was born includes the whole human race.
The birth of a child is always an awesome event. Tragedies can occur before, during, or after childbirth. But it is the very awesomeness of birth that makes such events so unspeakably sad.
Usually, the day of birth is celebrated for a lifetime. The birth of a son or daughter has turned many an atheist into a firm believer. Human birth is that remarkable, that overwhelming.
But in all human history, the birth of one Child stands out. It embodies the wonder of all human birth and to that it adds the divine. And I don’t just mean adds a little bit of divinity. I mean that in this Child, God became man and dwelt among us (John 1:14).
Unto us — unto the human race — a Child was born. Why did He have to be born? Why didn’t He come into the world like Superman, riding a rocket from another world? Because the fiction of Superman was that he was not a man. He was an alien who happened to look like us.
He was truly one of us. Fully human… but also fully God.