Merry Christmas!
This year I have been thinking about the Christmas story in a different way. I'm trying to see past the fact that I've heard the story hundreds and hundreds of times, that I have Americanized and tidied it up, and that I know the whole storyline. The people living it had no idea how God was going to play this story out, but they trusted him anyway.
Mary was the girl who got pregnant before she got married. Sure we know it was the work of the Holy Spirit - but can you imagine trying to explain that one? I just don't think many people were buying that. Joseph wanted to leave her because even he didn't believe her. Thankfully God sent an angel to explain some of it, and they chose to trust God anyway. Just when it's about time for this baby to be born they have to make a long journey. Super. I bet they were really excited about that. When they finally get to Bethlehem there's no place to stay. Did they make reservations and then didn't have any room when they showed up late? I'm guessing Mary and Joseph had some sort of plan, and the details just weren't working out. They find a stable. I don't know why in my mind it has gotten tidied up - it was the place the animals lived. It wasn't climate controlled. There weren't the best birth care professionals making this experience as comfortable as possible for this first-time mom who was far from home. God sent His perfect Son to be born in a stinky, dirty stable. Then He invited shepherds to be the first to visit. Not the first people that would have been on most new parents' list of people to call - or however they notified people then. But God played out the story just as He planned and the angels sang Glory to God in the Highest at the birth of Jesus.
I'm trying to remember this year that God wrote this story exactly the way He wanted it - in a way that would bring Him glory. He invited people to be part of it and they trusted Him to finish what He started. They trusted that He knew what was best, even if it was hard and made no sense to them at the moment and maybe never did.
I'm reminded that today He still invites us in to the stories He is writing. Stories of redemption through pain. Making beauty from ashes. Asking us to trust Him when we don't know how the story goes. He's not afraid of who we are, where we come from, or what the world thinks of us. He's willing to use us anyway.
Jesus chose to come to this nasty, messed up earth to love broken people with his own two hands. He hung out with the ones the world didn't care about. That's what I want to remember this Christmas. This is the story of love and rescue that we are celebrating today. It might not feel wrapped up in pretty bows and all festive and jolly. But it's the love we are called to give just as Christ did. Praying that you feel His love today and always. All glory to God for the work He is doing - He writes the best stories.
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