(~( "God Came Near"
(Written by Max Lucado)
The noise and bustle began earlier than usual in the village. As night
gave way to dawn, people were already on the streets. Vendors were
positioning themselves on the corners of the most heavily traveled
avenues. Store owners were unlocking the doors to their shops. Children
were awakened by the excited barking of the street dogs and the complaints
of donkeys pulling carts.
The owner of the inn had awakened earlier than most in the town. After
all, the inn was full, all the beds taken. Every available mat or blanket
had been put to use. Soon all the customers would be stirring and there
would be a lot of work to do.
One's imagination is kindled thinking about the conversation of the
innkeeper and his family at the breakfast table. Did anyone mention the
arrival of the young couple the night before? Did anyone ask about their
welfare? Did anyone comment on the pregnancy of the girl on the donkey?
Perhaps. Perhaps someone raised the subject. But, at best, it was raised,
not discussed. There was nothing that novel about them. They were,
possibly, one of several families turned away that night.
Besides, who had time to talk about them when there was so much excitement
in the air? Augustus did the economy a favor when he decreed that a census
should be taken. Who could remember when such commerce had hit the
village?
No, it is doubtful that anyone mentioned the couple's arrival or wondered
about the condition of the girl. They were too busy. The day was upon
them. The day's bread had to be made. The morning's chores had to be done.
There was too much to do to imagine that the impossible had occurred.
God entered the world as a baby.
Yet, were someone to chance upon the sheep stable on the outskirts of
Bethlehem that morning, what a peculiar scene they would behold.
The stable stinks like all stables do. The stench of urine, dung, and
sheep reeks pungently in the air. The ground is hard, the hay scarce.
Cobwebs cling to the ceiling and a mouse scurries across the dirt floor.
A more lowly place of birth could not exist.
Off to one side sit a group of shepherds. They sit silently on the floor,
perhaps perplexed, perhaps in awe, no doubt in amazement. Their night
watch had been interrupted by an explosion of light from heaven and a
symphony of angels. God goes to those who have time to hear him -- so on
this cloudless night he went to simple shepherds.
Near the young mother sits the weary father. If anyone is dozing, he is.
He can't remember the last time he sat down. And now that the excitement
has subsided a bit, now that Mary and the baby are comfortable, he leans
against the wall of the stable and feels his eyes grow heavy. He still
hasn't figured it all out. The mystery event puzzles him. But he hasn't
the energy to wrestle with the questions. What's important is that the
baby is fine and that Mary is safe. As sleep comes he remembers the name
the angel told him to use ... Jesus. "We will call him Jesus."
Wide awake is Mary. My, how young she looks! Her head rests on the soft
leather of Joseph's saddle. The pain has been eclipsed by wonder. She
looks into the face of the baby. Her son. Her Lord. His Majesty. At this
point in history, the human being who best understands who God is and what
he is doing is a teenage girl in a smelly stable. She can't take her eyes
off him. Somehow Mary knows she is holding God. So this is he. She
remembers the words of the angel. "His kingdom will never end."
He looks like anything but a king. His face is prunish and red. His cry,
though strong and healthy, is still the helpless and piercing cry of a
baby. And he is absolutely dependent upon Mary for his well-being.
Majesty in the midst of the mundane. Holiness in the filth of sheep manure
and sweat. Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through
the womb of a teenager and in the presence of a carpenter.
She touches the face of the infant-God. How long was your journey!
This baby had overlooked the universe. These rags keeping him warm were
the robes of eternity. His golden throne room had been abandoned in favor
of a dirty sheep pen. And the worshiping angels had been replaced with
kind but bewildered shepherds.
Meanwhile, the city hums. The merchants are unaware that God has visited
their planet. The innkeeper would never believe that he has just sent God
into the cold. And the people would scoff at anyone who told them the
Messiah lay in the arms of a teenager on the outskirts of their village.
They were all too busy to consider the possibility.
Those who missed His Majesty's arrival that night missed it not because of
evil acts or malice; no, they missed it because they simply weren't
looking.
Little has changed in the last two thousand years, has it?
"While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she
gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed
him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. And there
were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their
flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of
the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to
them, 'Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be
for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to
you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a
baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.' Suddenly a great company of
the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, 'Glory
to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.'
When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to
one another, 'Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened,
which the Lord has told us about.' So they hurried off and found Mary and
Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him,
they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child,
and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But
Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The
shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they
had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told." Luke 2:6-20
(NIV)
Ninure Saunders aka Rainbow Christian
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The Lord is my Shepherd and He knows I'm Gay
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