To you. I want us to hear this. An angel shows up. Doesn’t happen everyday. The glory of the Lord shines about him. The angel declares in no uncertain terms, “Prophecy is being fulfilled! Words spoken by the prophets are finding their culmination!” The One, True, and Only God of the Universe, Star-breather, world creator, the One who made the deepest ocean trenches, and highest mountain-peaks, THAT Maker is becoming flesh! Vulnerable, fragile, frail flesh… The Deity, and He’s doing this, He’s coming, He’s condescending, “to you.” I don't know if I appreciate that as I should?