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“Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.” (Isaiah 7:14 Holy Bible King James Version)

“Ridiculous,” some scoffed. “Impossible,” others said. How could a pure Jewish maiden, a virgin, birth a son called Immanuel? Wasn’t stoning was the punishment for immoral acts? This birth would be different. No immorality or sin would be involved. There would be no stoning; no punishment. This holy child, destined to be God with us, would condescend from heaven to earth, to reconcile the world to Himself.

Prayer: Dear God, I don’t know how strong my faith would have been in Isaiah’s time. This special sign, a holy child born to a virgin, seemed impossible, beyond human reasoning. Reading this from Your Word now, millenniums later, I see Your plan for my redemption from sin. Thank you for the faithful ones who could not see but believed and claimed your promise. Amen.

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“But when the right time came, God sent his Son, born of a woman, subject to the law. God sent him to buy freedom for us who were slaves to the law, so that he could adopt us as his very own children” (Galatians 4:4-5 in the New Living Translation of the Holy Bible).

Hundreds of years passed from the time when the birth of Jesus was foretold in Genesis 3:15 until the day that He was born in a manger at a Bethlehem stable. The people of God were reminded by prophets that the promised Messiah would come, but after so many long years of delay it is no wonder that many gave up hope. The Messiah did come. And when He came, He inaugurated a new era of freedom. We, who were hopelessly chained by sin, are now the adopted sons and daughters of God!

Prayer: Heavenly Father, Your plan to save mankind from the death sentence of sin was perfectly timed. Thank You for making it possible for me to have the same name, the same inheritance, and the same rights as a spiritually-born daughter of the King of Kings!

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