Day 7: Just An Ordinary Day
But when the fulness of the time was come, God sent forth his Son. (Galatians 4:4)
Crowds pour into Bethlehem, filling every inn and hotel, as the people reluctantly obey Caesar's census decree, stirring this normally sleepy village into an anthill of activity. But still, amid such chaos, life pretty much carries on as usual in this little town. It is just like any other typical evening.
Over there in the synagogue, a couple exchanges vows as they begin a new life together. Over here, a boy passes the age into manhood as his family celebrates. In the marketplace, merchants buy and sell, while shoppers fill the streets eager to spend what the Romans haven't taxed. Tucked away in a modest house, a woman prepares the evening meal, as her husband and children play together in the living room.
And over there, just outside the city on a Judean hillside, a mother groans with the pangs of childbirth.
The delivery room is a stable, bathed in the glow from a strange star. The midwife is replaced by an anxious husband. Caring nurses and doctors are replaced with indifferent cattle and sheep. And the warm, sterile crib is replaced with a feeding trough filled with hay. Surrounded by a horseshoe of farm animals and wide-eyed shepherds, God has quietly come.
"Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son," the prophet Isaiah penned, "and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us."
God with us. Think about that statement.
Amid the chaos and uncertainty of life, with its failures and heartaches, God speaks to you today so clearly just as He did almost two thousand years ago, "Don't worry, I'm here. Everything will be alright."
That night when in Judean skies the mystic star dispensed its light,
A blind man moved in his sleep, and dreamed he had his sight.
That night shepherds heard the song of host angelic choiring near,
A deaf man stood in slumber still, and dreamed that he could hear.
That night when in cattle stall slept Child and mother cheek to jowl,
A cripple turned his crippled limbs, and dreamed that he was whole.
That night when to the mother's breast the little King was held secure,
A harlot slept a happy sleep, and dreamed that she was pure.
That night when in the manger lay the Son of God who came to save,
A man moved in the sleep of death, and dreamed there was no grave.
Author of poem unknown