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“Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David” (Luke 2:4).
Joseph couldn’t have been too happy when he heard the Roman decree that everyone must go to his own town to register. “Great. A trip to Bethlehem. Just what we need.”
A long trip
Mary was pregnant. Was she eight months along? Nine, even? A trip of any kind was going to be difficult for her. But 80-some miles? On foot? With difficult terrain? How long would it take them to get there? And for what? To register? To get counted? So that they could be taxed even more?
Who would want a reminder like that? A reminder that they were under Roman rule, that they had to pay their taxes, that they had to go. Work and income would have to wait. Joseph closed up shop—as painful as that may have been; with the baby on the way, they certainly could have used the cash—and they set out for Bethlehem.
We don’t hear much about their trip. Smooth sailing or rocky roads? Uneventful or full of setbacks? All alone or traveling in a group? Hopefully, what they experienced once they arrived in Bethlehem wasn’t an indication of how their trip there had gone.
A holy evening
In Bethlehem, there wasn’t any place for them to stay. How many doors did they knock on? How many people did they talk to? Finally, they found a shelter, a cave, a place where some animals had been corralled for the night. It wasn’t the cleanest place, but it was something.
And they needed something. Mary was going into labor. Her discomfort was growing more intense; those sharp pains were coming more frequently, more regularly.
Was there anything Joseph could have done to make her comfortable? Did he lay several blankets down on top of a pile of straw? Did he start tearing another blanket into strips of cloth? Did he grab a bucket of water just to have on hand? Was he the one who cleaned out that feeding trough, turning it into a makeshift cradle?
Picture the scene. Just the two of them. Joseph holding her hand or maybe holding her tightly. Joseph encouraging her as best as he could. Mary fighting through the pain, bearing down, pushing one last time.
Picture the scene. Joseph. Holding the Son of God in his arms. Cutting the cord of the One who would free him from the cords of death that entangled him. Washing the skin of the One who would wash away his sin. And Mary. Wrapping in those strips of cloth the One who would robe her in his righteousness. Placing in a manger the One who would prepare a place for her in heaven.
Wrapped in strips of cloth. Lying in a manger. A Savior has been born to you. Christ. The Lord.
Author: Stephen Helwig
Volume 110, Number 12
Issue: December 2023
- Paradise restored
- Paradise lost?
- The death of death
- New resolve for a new year
- Joseph also went up
- The secret of being content
- Known for a higher hope
- Known as God’s distinctive community
- Embodying God’s calling
- Help from the Mountain Maker
- The need for a bold confession
- More than enough
- Don’t judge a book by its cover
- One for all
- I love you
- Resolving to share joy
- Miracle in the mess
- Thank God for conflict
- Plant the Seed
- The cameras are rolling
- Too many words
- Now what?
- Do you mind if I come in?
- Facts over feelings
- The most loving friendship
- The old has gone, the new is here!
- Believe the Christmas miracles
- He’s coming—really!
- Power over death
- Deliver us from evil
- Overwhelmed but not overcome
- Money talks!
- Freedom’s value is in its use
- Joyful repentance
- The world’s leading philanthropist is our friend
- Like Joseph
- But you promised!
- The church sees color
- We believe, therefore we listen
- Clarity in life from closeness to death
- Be like Jesus in forgiveness and love
- Be gentle like Jesus
- Jesus is for the birds
- Death dies on this mountain
- Repent of deception
- Resolutions of faith
- God loves the doubters
- Grieving in hope
- Personal reformation
- Be imitators of Jesus in doing good
- God’s actors
- Our shelter in God’s shadow
- God’s promised rest
- Our very great reward
- Keeping the festival
- Close enough to love
- Called to love, called to speak
- Epiphanies change everything