I can only imagine how many angels must have filled the sky that starry night that Jesus was born in Bethlehem. The lights must have shined in brilliant radiance and the shepherds in the field could only gaze at the light in wide-eyed amazement.
The King of all kings was not born in a palace, but in a stable. Not just an empty stable, but one filled with animals, dung, and flies. He was not born in the capital city, but a small town called Bethlehem. The first to proclaim Jesus’ birth were not royalty, but a group of shepherds who were in a nearby field.
The Christmas story was very different than the sanitary version we are so familiar with. In fact, Jesus’ birth was messy; much like our lives are.
This was all part of God’s divine plan to show each of us that life’s greatest treasure, salvation though Jesus Christ, is available to anyone and everyone-no matter what their status is, and no matter how messy their lives have become.
Glory to God in the highest and Merry Christmas to all!
Glory to God in the highest and Merry Christmas to all!
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