I’ve lost two babes at two different times in the days before Christmas.
And so I revel in the humanity of the players in that first Nativity. I empathize with young Mary, of course. I keep thinking of her physical feelings, her emotions at being a first-time mother. Closing my eyes and thinking of her in labor…in a cave/stable/animal dwelling. The smell, the temperature, the dust…the pain. Cleaning, or trying to clean him. Nursing him for the first time. How sweet that moment is. Or scary, or frustrating, or overwhelming. Unwashed teenage boys came traipsing in to see her wee man. Was she scared? Happy? I just love knowing that Jesus had a mommy who did mommy things like nursing, and wiping bottoms, and soothing tears, and swaying to calm Him, and loving His smiles…all the while knowing He was never really hers.
But today, I want to talk to you about the shepherds ….
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Merry Christmas. Celebrate the Prince of Peace. Revel in the joy of of a newborn King.
~M.
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