No room at the Inn

I've read the story so many times, "She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn." Luke 2:7
No room. No room for God, the One who had come to serve us and save us. No room for the Messiah they had been waiting so long for. No room for an unknown Jewish woman with her belly swelling ripe with the Creator of all things. There was no room. 
How many times have I had Christmas celebrations celebrating ME and not the Christ child? How many times have I made the day all about what I can eat, open, enjoy - making it fun for me and my family with next to no regard for the hurting, broken, lonely ones. My inn had no room.
This year my husband, children and I are the hurting, the lonely, the broken, knocking on doors, hoping for a place to rest our weary heads for Christmas. The pain of there being "No room at the Inn" racked my weary soul and then the absolute gratitude of finding a resting place, a place to be with others, has been profound. I am the beggar this year. I have never been in this place before. I've been the one that put the "Closed" sign on the door. Now, finally, I understand. Christmas is not about me, or about my family, it's about HIM. 
"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'" Matt 25:40
I need to feel it, to understand, so that I can say "yes, we are stretched to capacity but THERE IS STILL ROOM." Christmas turned upside down this year for me and turned me inside out but I am strangely grateful. Let there be no more "business as usual" in our home, but the stretching, the welcoming, the saying yes to the lonely, broken, hurting and saying "Christ, be with us".


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