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The cliché: Jesus was born in a manger.
As a city boy, I find it cruel to know that someone has
to give birth or be born in such gruesome conditions. I thought even homeless
folks could go to a public hospital for that.
But as it was, this happened to Joseph and Mary, and
the baby boy Jesus.
Background:
The first census mandated everyone to go back to their hometowns for
registration. Mary was already on her 9th month - on her 40th week, due for labor. And yet, they have got to go and obey the decree. I guess disobedience
would be fatal. But don't pregnant women hurt themselves when they travel out
for a long time? Either way was fatal.
Mary just sat there, on a camel or a donkey, and she
would feel those birth pains, and it was aggravated by the bumps on the way. It
would have been hot by day, and cold at night. And still they went. How far was
it then? How many straight hours or days did it take?
Each bump is a discomfort
And when they got to Bethlehem, no inn nor
lodging were available. Here was Mary, tired, exhausted and worn out from the
journey, and no family was kind enough to help them. No one cared to let them
in. No mother or father's heart was touched at Mary's plight. No sister or
brother's emotions were stirred by their helpless condition.
And so they found themselves in a stable, and Mary went
into labor. How do women give birth in those days? Wouldn't they need to use some hot
water? Was there a midwife to assist Mary on her firstborn Child?
And out came the Light of the world at nighttime. He
was wrapped in cloths and placed in a manger. In a feeding box. A trough. Was
this ever cleaned and sanitized? Isn't the saliva of cattle and horses not clean for a baby?
If that was not barbaric enough, then how about putting
hay and fodder as cushion. Wouldn't those produce skin irritations, to both
mommy and baby?
Are you allergic to hay?
And there was baby Jesus, tender and delicate, born in
the company of livestock, in living conditions so debased of human
dignity, and yet He came.
If you were a king, how would you want your son to be
born? If you were God, in what incarnation-form would you want the Redeemer to
be?
We would think of a man of steel, with super human
attributes and qualities, born in a palace or a place of glory. But our Lord Jesus was born in a stable, placed in a feeding
box, and later grew up as a carpenter, and at the prime of His earthly life, He
bled and died, horribly – on an ugly tree.
My Lord Jesus did this all for me. No other human being was as so debased as to be born without professional medical attention and to be placed in a
feeding box. A feeding box.
The
nativity scene is being replicated every December on shopping malls and some
other public places. It’s cute and exotic, but it’s not where we would want to
live in.
Nobody
wants to inhale all those dust and hay, let alone sleep on them. Nobody wants
to put their lovely newborn baby in a feeding box. Nobody wants to be refused
of shelter. Nobody wants to be inconvenienced to travel long distances while
pregnant on their month of delivery.
And yet these things happened, and it keeps on
happening. There are some parts of the world where women are mistreated,
helpless families are refused shelter, and babies don’t receive medical
attention.
Has
Jesus been born in you?
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Come to think of it...
This Christmas, in all the fun and laughter,
gift-giving, receiving goodies, and more food that we could ever eat in one
sitting for consecutive days, let us remember how and why Jesus came. He came
so we could have fun and laugh our hearts out, and enjoy gifts and food. He
came so we could share all those wonderful stuff to others, to spread the
spirit of Christmas to those who especially needed it the most.
The Christmas of mangers happened because the Father
doesn’t want to leave anyone out. The Son came to save us, from the lowliest to
the loftiest, to free us from the poverty that ruins and the pride that
destroys.
Come to think of it, we are the mangers.
Jesus is born in us. We are the filthy dusty vessels that embody the epitome of
Holiness. God the Father decided that we carry His Son in our lives. We are the
feeding boxes that offer the Bread of Heaven to the hungry and weary. We
surrender the hay of our lives - the dead and unconnected to Life - to Him. And
God uses our humanity as a pedestal where shepherds and magis come and witness
the glory of the King.
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