And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn. (Luke 2:6-7)
Just as we come to realize that Jesus was no ordinary man; Jesus was also no ordinary child. Yet, his entrance into this world was less than ordinary. Man had no accommodations for him so God enters the world in a small obscure shelter made for animals. He then announces his presence to simple shepherds in a field.
Visualizing the Creator of the universe coming into his creation as an infant lying in a feeding trough with no honorable visitors except some nearby shepherds puts any ambition, arrogance or entitlement on my part into its proper perspective.
Why do we cling to status or certain privileges in life as if we've earned them and deserve them? If shepherds and a stable were good enough for the Incarnation, I have no right to expect or demand anything greater in life.
May we not live for selfish ambitions or self-exaltation, but in humility, may we count others more significant than ourselves and concern ourselves with their interests just as much as our own. Jesus, who was in the form of God, did not cling to his status and privileges as God, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a humble servant.
May we always be mindful that the Son of God was born as an innocent infant wrapped in the arms of a teenage mother lying in a dwelling place intended for animals and unannounced apart from some nearby shepherds. All entitlement should be buried, and a heart of thanksgiving for all we've been granted should blossom.