As I think about the true meaning of Christmas, I’m always struck by how the Savior of the world came to us. Not with power on display. Not with wealth or grandeur. But as a helpless baby. Jesus, fully God, entered the world through humility. He wasn’t born in a palace, but in a stable. Not laid in a cradle, but in a feeding trough. Surrounded not by royalty, but by animals and shepherds, the lowly, the overlooked, the ordinary. From the very beginning, Jesus showed us the heart of God. And that pattern didn’t stop at His birth. Throughout His life, Jesus continued to draw near to the broken, the weary, and the forgotten. He walked with gentleness. He spoke with kindness. He lived with humility. And He consistently called people, not to division, but to unity. On the night before His crucifixion, Jesus prayed for us. In John 17, He asked the Father that all who follow Him would be one, just as He and the Father are one. Paul echoes this same heart in his letter to the Ephesians. He reminds believers that unity is preserved through humility, gentleness, patience, and love, and that peace is something