“And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.” Luke 2:7
There was no room in the inn that night. The Son of God was about to be born and there was no room for Him. His earthly father, Joseph, must have been frantic for his betrothed, Mary. She could have been having labor pains in the midst of searching. And yet…no one seemed to care.
Our hustle and bustle world is not very different. People calling themselves Christians do not even seem to care about the celebration of the birth of the King of Kings. Sure, they get upset over salutations of “Happy Holidays” versus “Merry Christmas” because presumably that shows increase piety. Or, a fuss may be made over the poor showing at the box office of a Christmas movie. There is as much concern about Jesus Christ today as there was that night long ago in Bethlehem.
What is the manner in which we celebrate Christmas? More importantly, could anyone tell I am worshipping my Lord and Savior? Sadly, I must include myself in the number. I see others coming to worship tonight as if they just remembered the one-more-thing-to-do service. Yet I cannot help but think of the last minute things I want to do to get ready for Christmas morning.
I ramble here amidst the clanging and clutter of a household eager in anticipation of getting gifts. My inward inspection reveals I should pray in reverence and awe in undeserved bestowed grace.
There was no room that night. And yet Jesus was not without a place to rest. Thank you, Lord for coming into this world in flesh to live, to die, and live again.
Merry Christmas. God reigns.