He died like a man

"He died like a man"

Wouldn't you like to have that spoken over you at your funeral, men? It evokes images of John Wayne, Frank Sinatra, Sgt. York, tough guys who didn't take *crap* from anyone and died with their boots on. Fired their rifles till the ammo ran out, lobed grenades at the German tank, shot their sidearms, then spit on it for good measure just before it destroyed on his position. A man's man! Hoo-rah!

You might wonder what's gotten into me to bring this up at Christmas. You see, Andrew Peterson and Derek Webb showed me the other side of "He died like a man". Jesus came to us to do just that. He was born, lived and died like a man. What more shameful position could He have put himself in? This is the Christ, God incarnate Holy, Holy, Holy is His name! A being, no the being Divine above all. There is none beside, all are below and He came here to die like a man? What a pity. He was so high and we celebrate his coming low. He dropped here not to die as a hero but a criminal, but pure and innocent. We as a world tried with all our might to corrupt Him, to make him a man, but he couldn't. That wasn't something He could be, He was just a man and He died a shameful death. He did die like a man and we should praise Him all the more for that. Remember this time of year, He came here to die.