No Room…

And it came to pass in those days that a decree sent out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered.  Quirinius was governing Syria.  So all went to be registered, everyone to his own city.  Joseph also went up from Galilee, of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house of David.  To be registered with Mary, his betrothed wife, who was with child.  So it was, that while they were there, the days were completed for her to be delivered.  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.’    Luke 2: 1-7.  NKJV

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I often reflect on our christian response to the scriptures in Luke chapter 2.  We are firm in our belief that if we had been the innkeepers at the time of Christ’ birth, that we would have welcomed Joseph and Mary into our hotel and offered the best room and bed that we had.  We know what an honor it would have been to have the Savior of humanity….born in our establishment.  We are certain that with our heightened spiritual sensitivity, we would recognize the mother of our Lord.  Apparently…the Innkeeper did not?

I read a posting on Facebook that implored God to send fire and pain to all of the Democrats.  I am assuming that the person is equivocating a modern political party with their idea of the mixing of the secular and the spiritual?  Has the words of Jesus become the hateful and demeaning and intolerant words of a political leader?

Is it an even trade to give up a dedication to the gospel of Jesus…for proximity to political power?

I wonder if Joseph and Mary were covered with the sand and dirt of their journey to Bethlehem?  The sweat stains and the odor of their arduous trek was apparent.  They were exhausted…with a little donkey…and little money…and they needed someone to recognize their humanity.

What if Joseph had explained to the Innkeeper that his wife was bearing the Son of God? Do you think that would have sealed the deal?

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Mary and Joseph were disheveled and had the appearance of living on the bottom rung of society.  If they appeared at the door of your home..with the welcome mat on the porch…and the Christmas Tree…brilliantly lit….And the Christmas gifts, wrapped in the most lovely of holiday paper and tied with ‘Victorian Bows’…and the commemoration of the birth of Jesus….Peeling from you stereo……would you invite them inside?

 

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‘Then Pilate entered into the judgment hall again, and called Jesus, and said unto him, Art thou the King of the Jews?  Jesus answered him, Sayest thou this thing of thyself, or did others tell it thee of me?  Pilate answered,  Am I a Jew?  Thine own nation and the chief priests have delivered thee unto me; what hast thou done?  Jesus answered , My kingdom is not of this world:  if my kingdom were of this world, then would my servants fight, that I should not be delivered to the Jews; but now is my kingdom not from hence.  Pilate therefore said unto him, Art thou a king then?  Jesus answered, Thou sayest that I am a king.  To this end was I born, and for this cause came I into the world, that I should bear witness unto the truth.  Every one that is of the truth heareth my voice.  Pilate said unto him, What is truth?  And when he had said this, he went out again unto the Jews, and saith unto them, I find in him no fault at all.  But ye have a custom, that I should release unto you one at the passover: will ye therefore that I release unto you the King of the Jews?  Then cried they all again, saying, Not this man, but Barabbas.  Now Barabbas was a robber.’    John 18: 33-40.   KJV

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