“…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.”
When the Christmas rush starts to get too loud and busy for me, I know where to find a reset for my spirit. All I have to do is imagine the scene on that wondrous night in Bethlehem. I think of how Jesus arrived, not with fanfare, but in a quiet and lonely place. He and His parents probably only had the stars overhead and nearby animals for company. Yet this kind of birth was the fulfillment of prophesy – God’s Son would come to us as a baby. The humblest of beginnings, the richest of moments. Just thinking about it brings me back to a place of peace and joy.