Author's Note: You know those nativity scenes you see at Christmas? The ones with the little wooden Mary and Joseph and Jesus in the manger? This is my take on that, maybe something of what it was like. Yes, I am a Christian. I love God with all my heart and soul and strive to live my life to please him. If anyone has any questions about Christianity, feel free to e-mail me at blondie1001@charter.net . Having said that, here we go!
The night is clear and cold, with thousands upon thousands of stars in the sky. For most in the "little town of Bethlehem", this is a night like any other. The day's work finished, they gratefully hurry home to the comfort of family. Little do they know that on the outskirts of their very own city, a miracle is taking place.
In a small, ordinary stable or cave, a newborn baby has just been laid in a manger, as there was no room for him elsewhere. The young, exhausted mother is bending lovingly over the makeshift cradle, soothing the child as only mothers can. Her husband, staff in hand, is standing to the side of the manger, watching protectively over his wife and child. The animals, sensing that something special has happened, also cluster around the newborn. Angels in heaven look down upon this scene and rejoice.
It would be hard for most who saw this child to believe the truth, that he is God in the flesh, and has come to save the world. Perfectly ordinary looking, crying like any other infant, he does not convey an impression of kingliness or godliness, though he is The King. Moreover, this tiny babe, born two thousand years ago in Bethlehem, is love personified.