Cradle Power

If there was already CNN in 1809, it would have announced that, “The destiny of the world is being shaped on an Austrian battlefield today.” For Napoleon was sweeping through Austria . That was the biggest news at that time.

But CNN and the entire world would be overlooking some very significant births.

Let us look at some of the babies born at that time. William Gladstone was born that year. He became one of England ’s finest statesmen. That year, Alfred Tennyson was born also. He would one day greatly influence the literary world. At the same year, in America , a newborn infant cried for the first time in a rugged log cabin in Kentucky . What was the baby’s name? Abraham Lincoln. History took shape not in the battlefield of Austria but actually in the cradles of England and America .
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Similarly, around 4 B.C., the big news was that “Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world.” (Luke 2:1, NIV) That was the year Jesus was born. Yet, the world was too busy to notice. In fact, the world was so preoccupied with the census that “there was no room for them [Joseph and the pregnant Mary] in the inn.” (Luke 2:7)

They missed the biggest scoop of all: the birth of our Savior! History took shape in that manger which served as a cradle for Him whose name “will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6) That was the time history got divided between B.C. and A.D. History never became the same again.

I pray that we will not miss the true meaning of Christmas. Let us also share this with others. So, on December 7 (Thursday, 7PM), 8 (Friday, 7PM) and 9 (Saturday, 9PM), make sure you invite friends and relatives to watch My Hope Philippines’ evangelistic broadcast over QTV 11.

Brethren, spread the Good News that forever changed history!

[1]From the illustration database of the Biblical Studies Foundation

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