A Baby Born at a Dismal Time?
Lucinda Secrest McDowell
Our greatest Christmas 2016 gift is the birth of a baby this week – my new grandson in London!
As I witness the news of suffering, homeless war-torn and starving families struggling to survive the upcoming winter, I cannot help but think of so many through the years who have brought hope to a chaotic world.
Through the birth of a baby.
The year 1809 was a bleak and dismal time for giving birth. With the ruthless dictator, Napoleon determined to conquer the world, there was almost no hope left in anyone’s heart. Yet in that one year alone, babies who were destined to change the world were born – Abraham Lincoln, Charles Darwin, William Gladstone, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Edgar Allan Poe, Cyrus McCormick and Felix Mendelssohn.
While no one noticed.
Millennia before, very few noticed the birth of a baby to a young couple traveling to Bethlehem on a donkey and forced to spend the night in a stable. But God knew. And He orchestrated this humble birth as the beginning of life for a child who would literally change the course of history – Jesus Christ.
And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn. Luke 2:7 NRSV
Do you ever wonder what this birth was really like?
Allow me to borrow the description of favorite storyteller Max Lucado: “A more lowly place of birth could not exist. Near the young mother sits the weary father. If anyone is dozing, he is… The mystery of the event still puzzles him. What’s important is that the baby is fine and that Mary is safe. Wide awake is Mary. My, how young she looks! Her head rests on the soft leather of Joseph’s saddle. The pain has been eclipsed by wonder. She looks into the face of the baby. Her son. Her Lord. His Majesty.
“At this point in history, the human being who best understands who God is and what he is doing is a teenage girl in a smelly stable. She can’t take her eyes off him. Somehow Mary knows she is holding God. So this is he. She remembers the words of the angel, ‘His kingdom will never end.’ He looks anything but a king. His face is prunish and red. His cry, though strong and healthy, is still the helpless and piercing cry of a baby. And he is absolutely dependent upon Mary for his well-being. This newborn baby is majesty in the midst of the mundane. Holiness in the filth of sheep manure and sweat. Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager and in the presence of a carpenter.”
I picture that scene surrounded by the music of this fifth century carol, “O that birth forever blessèd, when the virgin, full of grace, By the Holy Ghost conceiving, bare the Savior of our race; And the Babe, the world’s Redeemer, First revealed His sacred face, evermore and evermore! (hymn “Of the Father’s Love Begotten,” Aurelius Prudentius)
Babies. Birth. Hope.
May you and yours treasure the quiet and peaceful moments that are waiting for you during this holy and yes, hopefilled, Christmas week.
Click HERE for my 1 minute Christmas Greetings from my favorite Christmas movie, “Elf” https://youtu.be/NIzm2lATsW8
under the mercy, Cindy
Christmas Joy to you and yours from all the McDowells
©2016 Lucinda Secrest McDowell
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