Manger - Advent Day 26 (Christmas Eve)
So Joseph also went up from the town of
Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he
belonged to the house and line of David. He went there
to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was
expecting a child. 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 guest room available for them. (NIV)
The trip was long, the road…rough. Rocks and boulders lay scattered everywhere,
even on the bit of a road that led from Nazareth to Bethlehem. Mary was tired and hurting. She held her head high for the sake of Joseph,
not wanting to frighten him. Her
delivery date was imminent, and she knew that lodgings were needed…soon!
Joseph gazed at Mary in love and
admiration…she was a brave wife, never complained and rode the donkey,
suffering quietly during the long trip to Bethlehem. He also knew they needed a place to rest and
sleep for the night. Nothing was
available! All rooms were taken!
A stable?
Surely not! Don’t you
understand? My wife is about to
deliver! We need a room! NOW!
The Son of God was born into the lowliest
of surroundings. Mary’s delivery room
was a corner in a cattle stall with a bed of hay spread attentively by Joseph. The baby was wrapped in recycled strips of
cloth used for protection of newborn lambs later destined for the sacrificial altars. Jesus was carefully laid…not in an incubator,
but in a feed box. A manger!
Jesus, The promised Messiah…in a…feedbox.
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