Have you ever stopped to think about the scenes leading up to Jesus’ birth in
their very human terms? We often wrap the Christmas story in a halo-like glow
of wonder and the comfort of knowing the end of the story! But in between the
awe of angelic visitation, the shining star and the rich gifts from the Magi,
there was an impossible promise, wagging tongues of a scandalized community, a
confused fiance, heartbroken parents, a bony donkey's back and a very dirty
stable. Mary’s blessing came with a lot of contradictions!
God’s promises are often like that. Abraham was promised nations when he and
Sarah were well beyond the age or natural ability to bear children. Moses was
sent to set God’s people free from the most powerful nation on earth with a
one-line memo and a stick. Burning bush or not, when you think about it in
those terms, we might have found ourselves stuttering when that message was
delivered, too.
As we marvel at the miracle of Christmas, we thought it would be interesting to
look at the story of Jesus’ birth through the eyes of the participants. What
does God’s dream look like as it unfolds in the midst of the hard-press of
everyday life? We took the liberty to imagine in a series of vignettes from the
perspective of Mary, Joseph and a lamb on the night Jesus was born. We all have
had promises from the Lord. Whether it came as a still whisper, a prophetic
word or an angelic visitation, your encounter planted a seed of God’s dream
that is for you and for future generations. We hope this vignette will
encourage you as you celebrate Christmas and press through to carry His dreams
to term in your life.
Magnificent!
Magnificent! The angel
that came was magnificent. And when he said, “The Most High will overshadow
you! You’re going to have His Son!”… what was I to say? To do?
What would you say but, “Yes Lord! However you plan it. Whatever you want! I
want that, too! Here I am— your servant. Let it be with me just like you say!”
We were simple folk in Nazareth, and poor. Joseph was a carpenter and I was
just a girl. Not even a woman yet, really. A virgin to this world in every way.
Those had been days of happiness for me. Our betrothal period almost fulfilled.
The blessings of the whole town were on us every day. The contract had been
agreed on. And in a few weeks we would celebrate the wedding. I would be a
wife!
Then the angel came with his pronouncement: “A child given! A son— born to us! One who would save His people from their
sins!”
I was naive at first. I thought everyone would rejoice in wonder with me. They
wondered all right. They wagged their heads and whispered and avoided me once
the news was out. I was pregnant, and nobody believed the babe conceived in me
was the child of God!