NO ROOM AT THE INN

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Can you imagine-being in labor--far from home--and no room at the hospital or the hotel or the Inn?! Think about it...no vacancies anywhere...except-inside a stable surrounded by animals and hay and dirt. No deluxe, single room...no white sheets or fluffy pillows, no monitors or anaesthesia...no doctors or nurses or heart monitors...just mom and dad...and a huge dose of faith.

This is the night, Mary and her husband Joseph--after traveling miles and miles by donkey, traveling day and night...sought refuge... so their only son...the baby Jesus-could be born. And that is exactly what happened...The Christ child came into the world in an obscure setting, with no fanfare, or friends or relatives standing by...just his parents...and of course- God.

Humble beginnings for the child who Christians will agree-would become the single most important figure in the history of humanity. A carpenter's son, a mother anointed like no other-a prophet and a savior...the Bethlehem babe-hailed hope, honor, true freedom- and joy to the world!

How many of us would have been so brave--calmly accepting our fate and our future -as explained--by an angel...a celestial being who brought the good news -by way of heaven? How many of us would have accepted being cast into the night--searching for safety--so the God man-could be born?

Humility and graceful, childlike faith...the little trio-turning their lives and their will over--to a power greater than the one -who would sneak into this world--and forever shake things up!

Now that's an awesome story...a miracle milestone-that keeps on giving 365 days of every single year --since that first night, under the twinkling stars...with the three wise men watching...when we first heard the rapturous refrain----"Hark the Herald Angels Sing, Glory to the newborn King!"

GOD BLESS AND A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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