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  • December23rd

    No Room

    Author: Mary Beth | Posted in: Adoption, Living Radically

    “And she gave birth to her firstborn son

    and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger,

    because there was no room for them in the inn.”

    No room. I’ve been thinking of that lately. God reaches down and takes on flesh. The author of life wraps himself in skin and bones and becomes a baby because of His great love and mercy for us, but we didn’t have room. There was no room in Bethlehem, no room at the inn.

    It speeds past like a line from a children’s nursery rhyme. Sometimes I don’t even hear it . . . “no room.” On to the shepherds, on to the angels, we march, forgetting that there was a whole town sleeping nearby. A whole town, and not one room available.

    And I’m sure their lives were filled with good things, those people in Bethlehem. Cooking and cleaning, and raising a family. Earning an income, providing for their children. And yet there was no room, no time for what God was doing just around the corner.
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  • December14th

    Christmas Thievery

    Author: Casey | Posted in: Random Thoughts

    Imagine that you are an average man or woman living on a fairly busy street. As it is Christmas you have decided to celebrate the season by displaying on your lawn the plastic light up Nativity scene that you have exhibited every year for the last decade.

    Now perhaps you are somewhat attached to this plastic Nativity scene. You have had it for many years, and, although it is cheap and plastic and the paint is chipping off, it has come to represent to you what the season is all about. For if God could humble himself to be born in a barn surrounded by animals with only shepherds to greet him, surely He doesn’t mind being immortalized by plastic light-up effigies displayed in front lawns across America.

    So you feel a certain fondness for your Nativity scene. There may have been no room for them in the inn, but you have built Mary and Joseph and Baby Jesus their own stable out of 2 X 4s, complete with a manger and hay. So, with this in mind, imagine that you have set out your nativity scene for the world to see, or at least for all the traffic down your busy road to see, and you feel that with your added cross made out of red and white Christmas lights in the background this is perhaps the finest Nativity scene in the county.

    Further imagine that one morning you back out of your driveway, or perhaps walk to the street to get your morning paper, and you discover with great shock that someone has stolen your Baby Jesus! If you feel the same as this man or woman does then you might have also been compelled to display a sign like this in your yard:

    Wanted: Jesus Thief

    This sign was actually displayed at a house that’s just down the road from us. I saw it and just had to stop to take a picture. :P

  • September20th

    Jesus Loves Me

    Author: Mary Beth | Posted in: Spiritual

    babydollbw.jpg“Everybody likes me, I announced to my mother one day when I was still a toddler. I don’t remember this youthful burst of confidence, but my mother told me about it a few months ago. It seems so unlike me that every time I think of it I smile. I wasn’t bragging or trying to convince anyone; I was just stating a matter of fact. Perhaps only a child could truly believe that everyone enjoyed her presence. Imagine a life where you were convinced that simply being yourself brought joy to others.

    I was reminded of that story the other night when I was singing Caleb to sleep. Suddenly I realized that “Jesus loves me, this I know is an echo of the same confidence that I had as a child. It occurred to me that I had never really paid attention to the words of the song: “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Indeed, Paul prays that the Ephesians would “grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, a love “that surpasses knowledge (Eph. 3:18-19). When Jesus calls us to be like little children (Matt. 18:3), I believe part of that means simply accepting His love without question.

    How different would my life be if I could let go of all of my self-absorbed insecurities and simply know with a childish confidence that Jesus loves me? I wouldn’t need anything else. I bet I’d act a little more like that little girl who never met a stranger because when I really accept that my Lord loves me it no longer matters whether everybody likes me or not. What a joy it is to know: “Yes, Jesus loves me.