And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
My heart hammers in staccato beats
staring up at the figure on the cross. I cannot believe this is the boy that I fell in love with as a child. I remember like yesterday that baby boy...
We passed by the stable and I peeked inside instead of food for the animals to my surprise there lay a baby in the manger surrounded by a man and a woman and a strange light. The sheep, goat and donkey all lay around they didn’t seem to mind their trough taken up with a bundle of human sleeping so sound. I wanted to get closer but my mother wouldn’t stay and we walked off in a hurry the other way.
I saw glimpses of him for a couple of years I watched as he learned to walk and talk
he was like no other child I’d ever known. So many times I tried to get near to him circumstances kept me away and unengaged thought maybe I’d get to play with him one day until they left unexpected — was he afraid?
I’ve thought about him often, that little cherub face there was such a special something I never seemed to place. And here I stand so grief-stricken as I look up amazed that the little boy I admired, is being treated this heinous way. I know it’s him — I’ve never forgotten the babe I can see it in his eyes as he looks down upon me with such grace. My heart feels so much compassion, so much love I cannot bear this sight of him hanging on that rugged cross by Jews and thieves condemned.
I was such a little girl when I spied that tiny peaceful miracle always wondering why he was born in a dirty, rugged stable my pondering turns sudden and anew why didn’t that innkeeper give him a room? And could it be that’s all he wants from me and you? A room within our hearts, a place into our lives not just a stable behind the scenes but a home in our hearts to dwell and abide.