Which were born , not of blood, nor the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.
Every year at Christmas time, we began to receive cards from people that we do not hear from all year long. Many times they have moved from one state to another, and we scramble to find a Christmas card to send to them. Always wanting to make sure that those we love and cherish are remembered. Each card saying, “Joy to the World, Peace on Earth” and other words of hope. This is a human trait that endears us to each other, and if all year our thoughts are elsewhere, at least we remember with a Christmas card.
The Christmas card that I will always vision, is a lowly stable in Bethlehem, where I see two people in prayer, as they make provisions for the birth of our Savior. I can see outside as the moonlit sky looked down upon hillsides where Shepard’s tended their flock, and in the streets of the town, people huddled over small fires that were lit to give light to a lost world. Each person making provisions for themselves, and their family’s, unaware of what God was doing that night.
While the noise and confusion continued in the streets, and people greeted each other with shouts of joy and laughter, inside the stable a small cry was uttered as the gnarled hands of a carpenter reached forth to hold the Savior of World in his hands. While Mary and Joseph took care of the delivery, and wrapped the newborn baby in swaddling clothes, the Angels in heaven with shouts of joy, proclaimed the arrival of a King. Not just any King, but a Savior that some centuries later called me to Him, and forgave me of all my sins and transgressions. His name is Jesus Christ.