Stench from the animals wrinkled their noses. Animal dung clung to well worn sandals. Pushing the animals aside, the couple entered the crowded cave.
One small candle illuminated a small portion of the stable. A spot on the floor served as a lumpy maternity bed. With partially fresh hay, the stone manger turned into a makeshift crib. The weary travelers made the best of their circumstances.
No one sends Christmas cards showing the real nursery. Human minds can’t comprehend a king’s birthplace being so shabby, unsanitary, and tarnished. On cards, in paintings, and in minds, it is beautiful and serene.
Jesus’ life on Earth began in humble circumstances. He walked dirty, rut filled roads to be with His people. Instead of towering He knelt close by.
He isn’t a baby in a glorious manger but a Savior who continues to walk with us through the messes of our lives.
What a wondrous gift we have received.
Luke 2: 10 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.”
Merry Christmas.
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