Yes, He was brought forth in poverty, a stable for His birth-place, and a feeding-trough for His bed! He passed by the palaces of the noble, and the mansions of the great, yes, even the comfortable cottages of the poor and was born in circumstances of misery and degradation!
Who could have thought, if they had entered that stable and seen that infant weeping on His mother's bosom that that infant was the mighty God, the everlasting Father, and the Prince of peace! That all the fullness of the Godhead dwelt in that little babe! That it was love incomparable and inconceivable love, which brought Deity and humanity together in such a wonderful and indescribable union! This is the mystery of Godliness! The mystery of love! He left the bright abodes of blessedness and glory, the songs of Cherubim and Seraphim, the bosom of His Father, and the infinite delights which He had eternally enjoyed to be a worm and not a man; to be scorned and despised by all!
Jesus was once a helpless infant, a feeble child; and yet, at the same moment He was the Almighty, the self-sufficient God!
Psalm 22:6 ... But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.