# “The Infinite became an infant” by Charles Spurgeon

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“The Lord Jesus Christ was rich. We all believe that, though none of us can truly
speak it forth. Oh, how surprised angels were, when they were first informed that
Jesus Christ, the Prince of Light and Majesty, intended to shroud himself in clay
and become a babe, and live and die!

We know not how it was first mentioned to the angels, but when the rumor first began
to get afloat among the sacred hosts, you may imagine what strange wonderment there
was. What! Was it true that He whose crown was all bedight with stars, would lay
that crown aside?

What! Was it certain that He about whose shoulders was cast the purple of the universe,
would become a man dressed in a peasants garment? Could it be true that He who was
everlasting and immortal would one day be nailed to a cross? Oh! How their wonderment
increased!

They desired to look into it. And when He descended from on high, they followed 
Him; for Jesus was ‘seen of angels,’ and seen in a special sense, for they looked
upon Him in rapturous amazement, wondering what it all could mean. ‘He for our sakes
became poor.’

Do you see Him as on that day of heaven’s eclipse when He did ungird His majesty?
Oh, can ye conceive the yet increasing wonder of the heavenly hosts when the deed
was actually done, when they saw the tiara taken off, when they saw Him unbind His
girdle of stars, and cast away His sandals of gold?

Can ye conceive it, when He said to them, ‘I do not disdain the womb of the virgin.
I am going down to earth to become a man’? Can ye picture them as they declared 
they would follow Him! Yes, they followed Him as near as the world would permit 
them.

And when they came to earth they began to sing, ‘Glory to God in the highest, on
earth peace, good will toward men.’ Nor would they go away till they had made the
shepherds wonder, and till heaven had hung out new stars in honor of the new-born
King.

And now wonder, ye angels, the Infinite has become an infant. He, upon whose shoulders
the universe doth hang, hangs at His mothers breast. He who created all things, 
and bears up the pillars of creation, hath now become so weak that He must be carried
by a woman!

And oh, wonder, ye that knew Him in His riches, whilst ye admire His poverty! Where
sleeps the new-born King? Had He the best room in Caesar’s palace? Hath a cradle
of gold been prepared for Him, and pillows of down, on which to rest His head?

No. Where the ox fed, in the dilapidated stable, in the manger, there the Saviour
lies, swathed in the swaddling bands of the children of poverty!”

—Charles H. Spurgeon, “[The Condescension of Christ](https://www.spurgeongems.org/sermon/chs151.pdf),”
in [_The New Park Street Pulpit Sermons_](https://amzn.to/3mwr2xj) (vol. 3; London:
Passmore & Alabaster, 1857), 3351.

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