Hands and feet swollen, tired and sore from the treacherous journey. Belly full and heavy with child. A journey that wasn’t required of her, yet it was. Had she not travelled the rugged road to Bethlehem with Joseph, the prophesy would not have been fulfilled.
The census didn’t demand women be counted – just men, but God had other plans. Mary was carrying His only begotten Son – conceived by God alone. Such an amazing thought that to most it’s incomprehensible.
The child was ready to be born, and as mothers know, a child doesn’t wait for the right moment or the perfect circumstances. Children are born when they’re ready.
Jesus could’ve avoided the painful birthing experience, but this is the way it had to be. He could’ve avoided the scourge of the whip and the horrible death on the cross too, but He didn’t. Instead He chose to become our brother, live a life of complete submission and die humbly with the load of our sin strapped to His back.
When it became difficult to find a place to rest , they resorted to an animal stall.
There were the screams and pain of a natural childbirth. There was no mid-wife. Joseph was there when her water broke and the one who cut the cord. He too had turned this all over to God’s wisdom. This humble couple acted in complete faith, because this was no ordinary birth. They knew they were simply God’s instruments for providing life to the lost.
As the King of Kings lay His tiny head upon a bed of hay, angels sang His praises, shepherds came to worship, animals watched and Mary thought of this event with complete wonder. She tucked away every memory and would think of it many times during her life. Even as she watched her Son die a horrific death.
What a precious Christmas gift. The Son of God had come to ransom us from sin, but He conquered death and shall live and reign forever and ever – and because of that – so shall we!