An overbooked motel. A run-down animal shelter. A wooden feeding trough.
All this to set the stage for the greatest evidence of redemption in the history of mankind.
My, how times have changed.
To Christians (myself included), sometimes the Christmas story seems so routine that it becomes an afterthought. After all, the world bombards us with commercial and materialistic messages that come at us during this time of the year. The idea of saying “Merry Christmas” is almost like walking around on eggshells, not wanting to offend anyone within the sound of our voices. Stress levels reach an all-time high among even the most optimistic of people…just because we want to please everyone during the holiday season.
Christmas has become too complicated!
And, yet, the reason for the season came to us in the simplest of ways.
Christ wasn’t born in a four-star hotel. Heck, he couldn’t even come to us at the local inn in the town of Bethlehem. The “NO VACANCY” sign was lit.
So, Mary and Joseph stayed in a run-down animal shelter filled with horses, donkeys, chickens…a petting zoo of sorts.
There, the Son of God came upon this earth and spent His first few days here on this earth resting in a wooden feeding trough. No gold-plated, diamond-encrusted crib was around. This wasn’t necessarily about a little king looking good while sleeping. This was simply a place of rest…because it was handy and available…for a Savior.
Political correctness wasn’t even considered.
And the birth announcement? Only some shepherds and a few wise men got word of the blessed event from angels and a single star.
No commercials. No media. Not a single phone jack around for internet purposes.
Did Mary feel any stress? Based on this passage found in Luke 2, I highly doubt it:
But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. (Luke 2:19 NIV)
If Mary had enough stress to deal with like we do today, there would hardly be any room in her heart for any kind of “treasures”.
As I conclude, I remember growing up with two acronyms that my dad taught me in my youth: K.T.O.Y.S. and K.I.S.S. The first stood for “Keep Track of Your Stuff”. (Sorry, but not relevant this time.) However, the second acronym stood for “Keep It Simple, Stupid!” Instead of allowing the hustle and bustle of the season to complicate things, why don’t we just take the time to remember that simple act of love that God demonstrated to us long ago: sending His Son, Jesus Christ, as a baby born in a manger. The simplest and, yet, most perfect gift that He could give us this holiday season.
Merry Christmas!







