No Place to Lie
With the Advent season swirling about me, sometimes it’s hard to picture the circumstance and setting of my Savior’s birth. For instance in Luke 2:4-7 we read:
“And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.
To be honest, it’s not often that I feel the weight of having no place to lie my head down or being the lowly one. But there are so many people around me this Christmas season that can relate. Just the other day, while stuck in traffic I saw this street kid sleeping precariously on the railing of the Church Rd flyover (bridge).
I was convicted… Who knows whether there will be “room in the inn” for him tonight? Which is worse: sleeping in the streets or sleeping in a cattle stall? When I first arrived here, these things distrubed me but over time the experience of the poor, homeless and orphaned begins to fade. It’s good to contemplate these things again…for them, they often have no place to go, no place to lie their head down in peace and security. 
