Reflection for Christmas Eve, 2012.
Luke 2:1-20
"There was no
room for them at the inn."
“Let
every heart prepare him room.” Isaac Watts
“O
holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin, and enter in, be born in us today.” Phillips Brooks
Cast out our sin, and enter in, be born in us today.” Phillips Brooks
I
don't want to mingle too many of my own words with the beautiful
poetry of the scriptures and these carols.
But
I wanted to point our attention to something we may miss this
Christmas. It's right in front of our eyes, but we might miss it.
This
line from Luke's story: “she
gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth,
and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the
inn.”
“because
there was no place for them in the inn.”
the
stable was the place where God was welcomed. The inn had no place.
And
I guess the thought that's going through my mind is this:
is
my heart an inn or a stable?
The
inn is a place of activity – of meal-preparation, of housekeeping,
of eating and coming and going.
The
inn is the place of business, of making money, of sustaining a
livelihood.
The
inn is a place of noise – the noise of news and entertainment and
jokes.
there
was no place for them in the inn.
Instead
“Mary gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of
cloth, and laid him in a manger”
the
stable is a place of insignificance, it's a place dirty with the
natural world, it's messy because it's not trying to keep an image –
it's not trying to impress. It's just there.
It's
quiet except for the occasional rustling of hoofs in the hay.
And
it's in the stable that God is welcomed. It's in the manger that
Mary's firstborn is laid.
Isaac
Watts's line: “let every heart prepare him room” has been going
through my mind a lot recently.”
I
can't receive God into my life if I'm busy, noisy, crowded with stuff
and news and worries and business.
There
is no place in my heart if my heart is a crowded inn.
But
if I come as I am before God, if I let go of my need for control, for
busyness, for noise and preoccupation. If I let go of my need to put
my best foot forward. In the stillness of the stable, God can be
born in us today. Amen.
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