seek prayer always
Everyone has a story to tell. When we make the connection between our story and God's great story, we come away with HIStory, which involves each and every one of us.
On that dark and fearful night when Mary carried our Savior in her womb, door after door, knock after knock she was sent away. The One who invites us in, was not invited in at any inn. The One who makes room for us all was met with no room at all in all of Bethlehem. A weeping and desperate Mary carried Grace and Love in her womb. Yet door after door, knock after knock she was sent away. The One who gives us His warm and gentle heart was met with a cold and hostile heart inn after inn.
Upon entering an open door, Mary found herself in the darkest, loudest, dirtiest most uncomfortable room; a cave, a barn, designed for the very animals the Savior in her womb had created. Surrounded by wailing animals, I imagine the Baby’s cry penetrated Mary’s and Joseph’s heart and soul. The first sound of their Savior’s voice, the first touch of His fingers, the first warmth of His breath – The One who brought love, joy, peace, redemption and healing, rested in Mary’s and Joseph’s arms.
He came down to us to to meet us right where we are. No amount of sin could keep Him away so He came into our reality that we might fall to our knees in awe of who He is. Though not destined to come in external royalty or status, He came in the most dark and rejected of realities and He brought His glorious kingdom down to us.
Only He can make beauty from a dark and fearful night. May we open our hearts to Him this Christmas Eve.
Damaris U. Avila