It all began with a baby in a stable.
No knit cap for His head.
No flowers for his mother.
No medical care.
Nothing but a new life and those who had faith.
The faithful believed.
The believers became travelers.
The travelers came to see the baby.
But there was no grand reception.
No opulence and shimmer.
They stood in the stable,
On the dirt floor, among hay that was fed to the animals.
Witnessing a precious new life, who
Would one day make the ultimate sacrifice for them.
Giving them precious eternal life.
What image is in your mind's eye right now?
Think. Be there.
Now, can you quickly imagine the mall or any retail store right now,
And not almost feel ashamed or embarassed?
The gaudy, overrun, irreverent spectacle.
Go back to the stable.
Return to the silence.
Revel in it.
Stand in awe, in the glory of Our Saviour.
There in the cold, wrapped only in a thin blanket.
Because it all started with Him.
A baby in a stable.