**The Humility and Glory of the Son**

The heavens stretched endlessly above, a vast expanse of shimmering stars, each a testament to the Creator’s handiwork. The angels, radiant and mighty, moved in perfect harmony, their voices lifting in ceaseless praise. Among them, the Son stood supreme, the very radiance of the Father’s glory, the exact imprint of His nature. By Him, the worlds were framed, and through His word, all things held together.

Yet, in the councils of eternity, a mystery unfolded—one so profound that even the angels leaned in to behold it. The Son, though high and lifted up, would descend. He would take on flesh, not the form of a mighty king or an unapproachable sovereign, but as a man, lower than the angels for a little while.

### **The Warning Heeded**

On earth, the people of Israel had received the law, spoken through angels, and every transgression had received its just penalty. How then could they escape if they neglected so great a salvation? This salvation, first declared by the Lord Himself, had been confirmed by those who heard Him, while God Himself bore witness with signs and wonders, with mighty acts and gifts of the Holy Spirit.

In the quiet village of Nazareth, a child grew in wisdom and stature. He was like any other boy—learning the trade of His earthly father, feeling the heat of the sun, the ache of tired limbs. Yet He was unlike any other, for He was the Son, veiled in flesh. The angels watched in awe as He who had spoken the universe into being now spoke in the simple tongue of men.

### **The Suffering of the Son**

Years passed, and the time came for the Son to fulfill His purpose. He walked among the sick, the broken, the outcast. His hands, which had shaped the mountains, now touched lepers. His voice, which had commanded the storm, now whispered comfort to the grieving. He was crowned not with gold, but with thorns; exalted not on a throne, but on a cross.

For it was fitting that He, for whom and by whom all things exist, should make the Author of salvation perfect through suffering. He did not come to save angels, but the offspring of Abraham—the children of dust, bound by sin. Therefore, He had to be made like His brothers in every respect, so that He might become a merciful and faithful High Priest, to make propitiation for the sins of the people.

### **The Victory Over Death**

The grave could not hold Him. Death, the ancient foe, trembled as the Son arose, triumphant. The devil, who had held the power of death, was rendered powerless. No longer would God’s people live in lifelong slavery to the fear of death. The Son had shattered its chains.

Now, ascended once more, He stands as the Mediator, the One who has tasted death for everyone. He is not ashamed to call us brothers, for He has sanctified us by His blood. The children God has given Him are brought to glory, not by their own merit, but by His grace.

### **The Merciful High Priest**

And so, even now, He intercedes. When temptation assails us, He understands. When weakness overtakes us, He sympathizes. He was tested in every way, yet without sin. Therefore, we can come boldly before the throne of grace, not in terror, but in confidence, knowing that our Great High Priest has made the way.

The heavens still declare His glory, but now, His glory is also written in the hearts of those He has redeemed. The angels still marvel, for the Son who once walked among us will one day return—not in humility, but in power, to bring His brothers home.

And on that day, every knee will bow, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.