When you think about it, nothing about Jesus’ birth was perfect, absolutely nothing.
From a basic human perspective, the conception was off, the mother and father were young, immature, not legally married. They had no home prepared for themselves, much less the baby. Clearly no support from extended family. How on earth could you call it a Holy Night, a perfect night?
How many Kings have you heard of who’s birth was announced by angels? The mother travelled on the eve of her birth having labour pains on the stubbornest animals – a donkey, for miles.
What royal family has their baby in a stable, where the animals are? If you’ve ever been to a farm you know it smells, no one wears their good clothes there. You certainly aren’t kneeling down on anything in a stable. And yet in God’s eyes, it was just perfect. It was everything, just the way He had planned it.
In our eyes and from our perspective, the storyboard does not make sense. The layout is not smooth. If we were to pitch this for a blockbuster movie, one question would most definitely be, how is this the story of a King? And yet when it unfolds and you read to the end, somewhere you’ll hear God’s voice saying “your ways are not My ways.”
In the spirit of this strange and special birth, these poetic thoughts leaped to my heart. I hope it ministers to you during this unique Christmas season.
The holy night
The silent night
Was only the beginning
Of a baby’s life
Who came to earth
And changed our lives
He lived, then died
So we could have eternal life.
Shepherds came along with Kings
Bringing gifts to worship Him
What can I give?
Or offer Him
For all that He has given me
That holy night
That silent night
My greatest gift
Is all of me.
Copyright 2020 Pat Russell
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