Though he was born in the middle of the manger and died in the middle of a cross . . .
The stuff in the middle of His life . . . really counted too.
Jesus was always sticking Himself in the middle. His touch came between the man and his leprosy. His hands drew in the dirt to be the barrier between the adulterous woman and the angry crowd.
He came down from heaven to live amongst us in the middle. We regular, ordinary, everyday people on a planet suspended between good and evil. He came to us as the middle man. He stood between us and sin. He bridges the gap between humanity and our Creator. . . . but He also stands between us and our problems.
When you are down on your luck, when life is staring you in the face and you are scared to face up to your circumstances . . . take heart.
Jesus is the man in the middle.