As a mom of three adult children, it’s hard for me to think that the night Jesus came down was a silent one.
I’ll agree with you that it was a holy night. A sanctified night. A night like no other in all history. Because it was His Story to tell. But silent? Hmmm …
When my babies were born three decades ago, there was nothing smooth and uneventful with any of them. And we had the luxury of freeways and pre-admission procedures. In fact, I was working for the hospital when our eldest and first born came along. I worked up until I could no longer take the discomfort, but I told my coworkers that if I happen to go into labor while in the office, all they had to do was push me in my business chair into the elevator and we would do this thing called childbirth with ease.
But even that did not go as planned.
Imagining Mary as a young girl, frightened and away from family. Desperately searching for an acceptable place to have her child. Only to be given a smelly stable with the animals just an arm’s distance away. To have gone through the chaos that Joseph experienced as he and his family were denied and turned away … time after time. Joseph must have felt like a failure at some point when he had to place his laboring wife on the mud floor of an animal shelter. But there was no time to ponder the what-if’s of that moment. A baby was on the way.
Silence? In this mama’s mind … I cannot conceive it. Maybe at some point when Mary and infant Jesus finally fell asleep. Possibly when Joseph exhaled into the first hour of fatherhood. And maybe after the shepherds and their group returned to their home.
This evening let your mind wander into the stable of wonder … where the Wonderful Counselor made His grand ‘silent’ entrance … and invite Him into your thoughts as you marvel over His Love for you.
I love you to Heaven and Back, Girlfriend ~~
LindaRJohnson, TitusTwo Visionary
*Thank you to Aaron Moses and Jekalyn Carr | Maverick City Music | Tribl Music for this.
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