No Room. Maybe That Was A Good Thing.
Let's travel back just a few verses so that I can share something with you that occurred to me this week as I thought about the Christmas story. Let's rewind to Luke 2:7
And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. --Luke 2:7
There was no room for them.
Rejected.
Contractions are closer and closer.
Rejected.
Droplets of sweat cover her forehead and she breathes deep with agony.
Rejected.
She braces her swollen womb with one arm to hold back pain, she clings to Joseph with the other to merely stand.
No more time for rejections.
There is no room.
How sad I have thought and been taught for years, and sad it is. Even His entry was rejected.
But what about God's perfect plan?
I think this is exactly what He had in mind. There are three reasons I can think of with my small mind, and I am sure there are many many more if I were to be able to sit across the table from the Father to learn from Him.
First, He was born in a stable, among animals, among sheep. The perfect one came and dwelt with the imperfect. A Shepherd born among sheep. How fitting. He wasn't afraid to be amongst those less than Him.
No Room? Maybe that was a good thing. It may not have been as bad as we may think. God's plan and will are perfect, He knew this was going to be the case. If Jesus, God Incarnate, had been born in an inn, He would have been born in man's home. Man's dwelling. And men, in our greed, we may have tried to take credit for Sovereign activity. Thre was no room for that. No room for man to interfere. No room for man to set up a museum. No room for man to alter the true story. Outside of the inn, there was no room for man to boast or brag about being involved.
God took man out of the equation and brought the High and Exalted One down to dwell with the least of these, and my friends there was nothing man could do about that.
Lastly, birth is a private moment. A time to be cherished. And God kept it such by keeping it outside of the inn, away from all of the people who had arrived for the census. Just Mary, Joseph, and the Father. In the still, quiet of the stable, the Father got to see His Son be born on that Silent Night in Bethlehem.
Your 16th gift this December to Remember - No Room.
No room, to Mary's ears, must have sounded like the worst thing that could happen, but You knew exactly how things needed to be, and now 2000 years later, no man can take credit for what You brought forth to be laid in a manger, the Bread of Life, from which all could eat and be filled. Thank You, Sovereign God that you didn't allow us to mess up what You already had planned.
Rejected.
Contractions are closer and closer.
Rejected.
Droplets of sweat cover her forehead and she breathes deep with agony.
Rejected.
She braces her swollen womb with one arm to hold back pain, she clings to Joseph with the other to merely stand.
No more time for rejections.
There is no room.
How sad I have thought and been taught for years, and sad it is. Even His entry was rejected.
But what about God's perfect plan?
I think this is exactly what He had in mind. There are three reasons I can think of with my small mind, and I am sure there are many many more if I were to be able to sit across the table from the Father to learn from Him.
First, He was born in a stable, among animals, among sheep. The perfect one came and dwelt with the imperfect. A Shepherd born among sheep. How fitting. He wasn't afraid to be amongst those less than Him.
No Room? Maybe that was a good thing. It may not have been as bad as we may think. God's plan and will are perfect, He knew this was going to be the case. If Jesus, God Incarnate, had been born in an inn, He would have been born in man's home. Man's dwelling. And men, in our greed, we may have tried to take credit for Sovereign activity. Thre was no room for that. No room for man to interfere. No room for man to set up a museum. No room for man to alter the true story. Outside of the inn, there was no room for man to boast or brag about being involved.
God took man out of the equation and brought the High and Exalted One down to dwell with the least of these, and my friends there was nothing man could do about that.
Lastly, birth is a private moment. A time to be cherished. And God kept it such by keeping it outside of the inn, away from all of the people who had arrived for the census. Just Mary, Joseph, and the Father. In the still, quiet of the stable, the Father got to see His Son be born on that Silent Night in Bethlehem.
Your 16th gift this December to Remember - No Room.
No room, to Mary's ears, must have sounded like the worst thing that could happen, but You knew exactly how things needed to be, and now 2000 years later, no man can take credit for what You brought forth to be laid in a manger, the Bread of Life, from which all could eat and be filled. Thank You, Sovereign God that you didn't allow us to mess up what You already had planned.
