Unwrapping the Gift of Christmas, is my grandson Luke.
We have romanced Christmas with our western culture.
We think of it with beautiful Carols, the Nativity Scene and gaily wrapped presents.
"But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah,
though you are small among the clans of Judah,out of you will come for me one who will be
ruler over Israel, whose origins are from of old,
from ancient times." (Micah 5:2)
It is no accident that the man chosen to be Jesus father on earth, Joseph, was "of the house and lineage of David"
(Luke 2:4) and that Jesus was born in Bethlehem.
"Joseph went to Bethlehem to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born."
I cannot imagine the young Mary walking all that way from
Nazareth to Bethlehem while heavily pregnant.
It was a three to four day trip, and as a woman I can empathise with her. I understand how she gave birth, after that long and tedious journey. How difficult!
We are not told she rode on a donkey??
We are not told her age?
But this was her first baby, and there were no luxuries.
No doctors or nurses to assist with the birth.
No pretty clothes or crib.
Only drudgery and hardship.
How different for us who worship Him, the King of Glory.
We don't suffer to celebrate our Savours birth.
We eat to bursting.
We relax in the comforts of our homes.
We are entertained by lovely Christmas Carols.
We romance the birth of Christ.
Do we fully understand? Do we fully appreciate???
God's son was born in hardship.
We need to contemplate on these things..