December 9

My favorite Christmas carol is Silent Night.

I was laying in bed the other morning singing it to myself and I began thinking.

Silent night, holy night

All is calm, all is bright…

But you know what.

It was everything but silent, or calm.

You see the governor had made a law that every male had to go to the city of his birth to be counted for a census.  He, his wife and all his children.

And you have to think…there was no birth control back then, so a family of 10 wasn’t unusual.

So you have this wee little town that the population suddenly explodes to at least 10 times it’s original size.

That would be like taking the population of my town, 10,000, and suddenly it is 100,000.

Food, lodging, traffic….nightmare!

All the hotels were full, but not just full…they were overflowing.   People sleeping on the floors, in the hallways, in the lobby.   I’m sure that almost every residential house had guests too.

Then where do you put all the donkeys, sheep, camels, chickens, goats, etc.

The barns were overflowing too.

Children running everywhere, throwing fits because they were out of their element, mothers trying to gain some semblance of order, fathers trying to figure out where to go, and how much this trip was costing them, and then the parents are bickering too.

That equals utter chaos.

This is what Mary and Joseph walked into.

And they had to stay in the barn.

A barn that was chock full of animals.

Animals are not quiet.

And what hotel/inn/B&B keeper has time to clean out the barn when his establishment is totally overrun with people?

So, it is safe to say that Christ wasn’t born into a sweet little barn where every animal was in a fresh clean stall, all calm and happy.

It was filthy, smelly and noisy.

It was here that Christ met Mary and Joseph, it was here that He met the shepherds, and it is here where he meets you and I.

In the utter chaos of our lives, laundry piling up, bills piling up, children running amuck, bickering spouses, medical issues,  in the calm and peaceful times…meet Him where you are.


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26 thoughts on “December 9”

  1. Actually I saw a documentary on Jesus’s birth place the other day.

    They said he would actually have gone to a family home, not an inn. And the barn was probably something more along the lines of a root cellar or storage closet (kind of cave like). And that is was picked specifically to give Mary some privacy because of all the relatives in the house.

    So while it would have be cool, dark and dusty, let’s hope there weren’t any noisy smelly animals 🙂

  2. That was wonderful! We all need that reminder don’t we? And, the lost need to know that Christ will meet them where they are filthy, smelly, and noisy. Thank you!

  3. Preach it, sister!

    When I think of the tender – compassionate – way that God romanced me to Himself – it chokes me up to think that HE – Creator of the Universe – would care so for me – no one.

    What sweet, sweet story – that only starts in Bethlehem – it is – start to… well, it isn’t finished yet, is it?

    There will be a day…. (to borrow a phrase from a song playing on Air1 this morning!) 🙂

  4. Such a wonderful post. Our lives parallel Bethlehem. Noisy, loud, smelly, messy and filthy. Yet every year we look to the baby who was born in the middle of the chaos for hope. May everyone find His peace amidst the craziness of the season.

  5. Thanks for this reminder! What gets to me is Mary’s faith and obedience. She risked being divorced from her soon to be husband, ostracism from her family, and an uncertain future, but she said yes. I often am humbled by her story and by Joseph’s obedience too. I need to be more willing to say yes.

  6. I like the song “Peace On Earth” that Casting Crowns sings. One line says, “Bethlehem, you will go down in history as the city with no room for its King.” Another says, “Born among the animals wrapped in dirty rags because there was no room for Him in the world He came to save.”

    Christ came for us, yet sometimes we don’t have time or a place for Him in our lives. So, this Christmas, I’m trying to focus more on the true meaning of Christmas and forget about all of the madness and chaos that comes with the holdiays.

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