"In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration when Quirinius was governor of Syria. And all went to be registered, each to his own town. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. 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.
And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with great fear. And the angel said to them, 'Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.' And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,
'Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!'
When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, 'Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us.' And they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger. And when they saw it, they made known the saying that had been told them concerning this child. And all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them."
In reality, that first Christmas was messy. It wasn't pretty.
It was chaotic.
If it were us, we might look back at the time as our worst Christmas ever.
Joseph and Mary had their lives interrupted three times in a very short time. Their planned marriage quickly turned into a scandal. An unplanned pregnancy. The requirement that they travel over 100 miles to Bethlehem to be taxed. And then becoming refugees in Egypt to escape a tyrannical government.
We noticed last night that Joseph and Mary were still not married when Jesus was born. They were still in the betrothal stage. Jewish marriages were not completed until they were consummated, and we know Joseph did not know Mary until after Jesus was born. Think of that, Jesus was born to unwed parents.
We have to wonder why Joseph and Mary were looking for an inn in Bethlehem. Bethlehem was where Joseph's family was from. In a culture where family was of the utmost importance, did they not have family any more that would take them in? Were they ostracized from their family because of Mary's pregnancy?
The stable as well was the most unfortunate of places to be born. It would have smelled of animal feces and urine. It would have been dark, damp, cold. The birth would have involved blood, and other human excretions. A most unsanitary birthing room. It would have involved pain and screaming. The cries of Mary and Jesus.
And the bonding time with the baby was interrupted by ultimate outsiders, dirty, smelly shepherds. The runts of the litter. People who spent a little too much time with the animals.
In all that chaos, it was no less holy. It was no less miraculous, no less worship.
So, to everyone who's life is messy, Merry Christmas!
To everyone who's life has been interrupted for the second, third, fourth time...
To everyone who is homeless...
To everyone without family...
To everyone with complicated family relationships...
To everyone at their lowest...
To everyone who is running....
To the refugees...
To the ostracized...
To the outcast...
Merry Christmas!
The Child is born, and He is here for all.
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