Wednesday, 25 December: 7 And she
gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths
and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the
inn. Luke 2:7
The house is quiet. Once again, the dishwasher
hums. Most of the guests have left with cherry, “Merry Christmases,” ringing
into the fading sunset. Presents exchanged, favorite foods eaten, and
traditional movies watched, all the boxes have been checked. Once again we
gathered as a family and enjoyed each other’s presence. Now as I rest, I consider
the impact of that long-ago birth in a tiny hamlet on a Judean ridge. Immanuel,
God with us, changed everything. Somehow God managed to shed all that stood
between us, becoming one of us, knowing us with a breathtaking intimacy,
bearing our sins and shame. But all of that is to come. Now this evening, this
quiet moment belongs to Mary. She cares for God. He’s drooly and totally
helpless, unaware of what’s to come. Tonight though, he’s content to depend
upon his mother and rest.
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