“O Little Town of Bethlehem” helped me name what’s happening in Luke 2: the sacred hiddenness of God’s work. The Almighty did not stage a spectacle in Rome; He came quietly into a stable in a town most mapmakers would skip. That quiet is not absence; it’s holiness. And the Incarnation is a paradox—something that sounds ridiculous, yet contains deep truth. The Ancient of Days arrives as a baby; the King of Peace is born during Rome’s so-called “peace.” The paradox pushes our faith beyond what seems reasonable and opens space for God to move in our ordinary.