Advent ... Inn

And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7, NKJV

Did someone mess up somewhere down the line? Where was the specially furnished room in the palace? Or, failing that, the best room in a nobleman's house? Surely at the least there should have been a reserved room in the local five-star inn?

But there was no room any place for the King of Kings. Instead, He was born in a stable and probably not one resembling the sterilised pictures that adorn our Christmas cards. It was most likely draughty and dirty and littered with food and animal droppings. It probably stunk. It may have leaked in wet weather. It most likely was uncomfortable and itchy.

The kind of place where you'd hope to leave and go home to a nice hot bath. And clean cloths. And a comfortable bed.

Instead, it's where our Lord and Saviour was born.

Because. There. Was. No. Room. For. Him.

Anywhere.

Has anything changed? How much room is there for Him today?

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