Proof that my kids are paying attention to me even when I think they aren't...
As we are watching cartoons this morning, a commercial comes on. We usually don't watch tv (If we watch anything, it is a movie) so they aren't used to advertisements. Normally when we do watch tv, they complain during the commercials that they want the 'movie' to come back on. But this time, EE just calmly says, "we need to watch this before our show comes on because the commercials pay for our shows."
Yes, sweet child, you are so right.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Commercials...
Sunday, December 23, 2012
My Savior was born WHERE??!
A few days ago, my devotions were focused on the events
immediately surrounding the birth of Jesus. Maybe it is because I am just a few
days removed from my own birth story, but I was struck with the details of this
story in a way I never have been before.
Toward the end of my pregnancy, many of you know how
absolutely uncomfortable I was. It hurt to walk, sit, sleep… anything, really! But Mary. Sweet Mary was riding on a donkey,
in the final days of her pregnancy, a distance of at least 80 miles!! When I
get the chance to meet Mary in heaven, I don’t think I’ll complain to her about
the aches and pains I experienced!
And then when it comes time to deliver her sweet child, she
is far away from home in a town packed with travelers. “There was no room for them in the inn.” So
baby Jesus, our Lord and Savior, was born in a stable. My mom often asked me as
I was growing up if I was born in a barn. Jesus was! Mary didn’t have the luxury of a large
hospital room, a crew of nurses at her disposal, and a doctor to deliver her
baby. She had some hay and maybe a cow or a donkey.
As I read the birth story again, it was the cleanliness that
struck me more than anything. As I prepared to deliver Kate, the nurses
prepared the room for the doctor. We had some student nurses in the room, so
they went about the preparations as they were supervised by other nurses. One
of the students was getting all the doctors tools ready on a table. I watched
her unwrap the ‘kit’… she was very careful to not touch anything except the
outer wrapping. However, because she wasn’t wearing gloves, the whole kit had
to be removed and a new one brought in.
The delivery room is a sterile environment!! Stables?? Not so much!
Often, when we think about that stable, we picture that
pretty little nativity scene sitting on the mantle. A nice shelter. Mary and
Joseph sitting over their baby boy. Angels, shepherds, and Magi visiting. And
the clean, well groomed animals sitting outside watching it all happen. But think about it! This stable was not
prepared for them in expectation of their arrival. Mary and Joseph couldn’t find a room anywhere
in Bethlehem. They settled for a stable. A stable that housed animals.
Certainly they had to step over piles of poo and endure all the lovely smells
that animals create. They probably had to push aside the cows and sheep and
donkeys to make room for Mary. Did she lie on a nice, clean bed of hay?? No. She lay on the hay that was already being
used by said animals. Dirty. It was dirty. Then Jesus was born. He was wrapped
in swaddling cloths and laid in a manger – a manger used to feed the animals.
But now it was a bed for the savior of the world.
My Savior, my Jesus, was born in a dirty, stinky animal
barn. But, in the end, his blood was
shed to clean me from something even dirtier and stinkier… my sin. Thank you,
Jesus, for coming to earth as a baby, for being born in a stable, for living
the life of a mortal man, and for giving the ultimate gift of your life to save
me from my own life.
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