For unto us a Son is born; Unto us a Son is given . . .
Oh, the expectations a family had for a son. What was a family without a son? A son meant provision, reputation, perpetuation—hope for a future. A son could make a family rich, provide for parents in old age, bring the joy of grandchildren, elicit such pride when the words, “that’s my son” were spoken. What was it like to be a boy saddled with such expectation and demand even from birth? The harsh discipline, the unending education, the threat of reprimand at every turn, the expectation of perfection—only perfection would be acceptable. Being the first-born son became an overwhelming burden for sons of all ages and cultures.
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful,
Counselor,
Mighty God,
Everlasting Father,
Prince of Peace.
All expectations met. Hope ensured. Perfection guaranteed.
God’s first-born Son, for my family and yours.
We celebrate His birth, His kingdom, and His eternal reign!
Merry Christmas,
Farrar and Sheryl
