“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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