It is hard to imagine humbler circumstances than those surrounding the birth of Jesus.  Max Lucado paints this picture; "The stable stinks, the ground is hard, the hay is scarce.  Cobwebs cling to the ceiling and a mouse scurries across the floor.  Mary looks into the face of her son.  Her Lord.  His Majesty.  

At this point the human being who best understands who God is and what He's doing, is a teenage girl in a smelly stable. She remembers the angel's words. 'His Kingdom will never end.'  Majesty in the midst of the mundane.  Holiness in the filth of manure and sweat.  Divinity entering the world on  the floor of a stable.

"This baby had once overlooked the universe.  His robes of eternity were exchanged for the rags keeping Him warm.  His golden throne abandoned in favor of a dirty sheep pen.  Worshipping angels replaced with shepherds.  Meanshile the city hums, unaware that God has visited their planet.  The innkeeper would never believe he'd just sent God into the cold.  And people would scoff at anyone who told them the Messiah lay in the arms of a teenager on the outskirts of their village.  They were all too busy to consider the possibility.

"But those who missed His Majesty's arrival that night missed it not because of evil acts or malice.  No, they missed it because they weren't looking for Him!  Little has changed in 2,000 years, has it?  The Bible says, "Unto them that look for Him shall He appear the second time without sin unto salvation."  This Christmas-look for Him!!

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