Gritty Wonder: Christmas Through Fresh EyesSýnishorn

Room

We read a lot of assumptions into the Nativity story. Want to know one of the most ingrained ones? I apologise in advance; this may well burst a plethora of nostalgic bubbles for you. There is no mention in the biblical accounts of an inn keeper, an inn, a donkey, or (you ready for this one?) a stable.

I know. It hurts me too. It’s like the biblical version of finding out Santa isn’t real.

We read that there was no ‘guest room’ available, and our modern minds are picturing Mary and Joseph knocking on the doors of the independent B&Bs and the local Premier Inn to no avail. Ancient readers, however, would have read those words and immediately assumed that the Bethlehem side of Joseph’s family had no spare rooms to squeeze them into.

Either way: disaster, right?

We read that Mary popped Jesus in a manger and assume, ‘Aha, a stable’. Ancient readers will have read those words and thought, ‘Aha, the ground floor of the house where the animals are brought in at night’. Genius.

Whatever the logistics were, wherever the facts end and speculation begins, there’s one thing that’s abundantly clear from this little detail: things weren’t going to plan.

I bet when Micah gave his famous prophecy about Bethlehem, he didn’t predict that it would be a close call, that it would require sacrifice, compromise, and the smell of animal poo.

How many times in your life have things not gone to plan, and you’ve assumed you’d failed? How many times have you felt like what you had to offer simply wasn’t enough? How many times have you been discouraged because something hasn’t worked out in an ideal manner?

And here’s my main question for today: how many times have you assumed God was sitting those moments out? Waiting for you to get back up to standard before He’d be interested in using you again?

We may not know who was in the room when Jesus was born, what it looked like, or how it came about. But let me tell you what we do know – it was enough. Our Saviour arrived in chaos. And guess what, He’s still showing up in yours. So, make space this week, imperfect space. He’s very at home in our realness.

Action

The world doesn’t need us to pretend that we always have everything all figured out. What are some practical ways that we can invite people around us into our real and imperfect lives, pointing them to our Saviour?