THE BIRTH OF JESUS

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Time with Jesus - Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Hi all,

Today’s meditation is topical. It’s on the Birth of Jesus. It was written in 1986 but is as fresh today as it was back then. I’m sorry the font size is so small. It’s the only way to get everything on one page. Increase the font size if you cannot read it properly.

All around us today we will see the imagination of man “sanitizing” what was a painful and traumatic experience for the young couple having to get from Nazareth to Bethlehem because of a command by Caesar. For such a journey during the final couple of weeks of pregnancy could be doubly fatal for mother and infant. In those days there were no medical facilities as we know them. The death of mother and infant in childbirth was not particularly unusual. But Mary was young; probably in her early teens. Women were “married off” quite young then.

I’ve tried to paint the picture as realistically as possible. Yes, it is from my imagination and it may be wrong in places. Be that as it may! I suspect much of it describes what actually happened. It’s very different from our Xmas cards.

Blessings,

Jim & Phyllida Strickland

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THE BIRTH OF JESUS 1			DAILY LIGHT EVENING SCRIPTURES	THE BIRTH OF JESUS 2
"We've got to go to Bethlehem", said Joseph to his wife. "But it's so far to travel and there is brand new life Developing inside me. Please Joseph, can't I stay? For Nazareth to Bethlehem's a hundred miles away! I really shouldn't travel. The birth's so very near! How can I walk or even ride?" "We have no choice my dear, For Caesar has commanded that taxes we must pay. Those who don't go to their towns, they've guaranteed to slay. I know it won't be easy, but if we take it slow And, if I take good care of you, we'll all be safe I know." She carried on protesting but still Joseph prepared And very soon they both set off, uncomfortable and scared. The journey was a nightmare for she could hardly ride. The movement of the donkey would jolt the child inside. So, often she dismounted and simply had to walk, Which made her so exhausted that she could hardly talk. They travelled in the mornings before the midday heat Had scorched the barren dusty road and burned her aching feet. They rested when the sun was high; where they could find some shade, And travelled on at evening both desperately afraid That she would start with labour. At night they just lay down And slept upon the barren road which led toward their town. Sometimes the opportunity to ride on someone's cart Gave a needed respite. But then she'd have to start And carry on the journey in agony and pain, Longing for another chance for her to rest again. For Joseph, it was terrible, for what else could he do? He had to keep on hurrying to see the journey through. Himself, he was much older. She was so very young. To keep her going like this was something that just stung. He also knew that time was short and that her time was near, So had to keep on travelling in spite of all his fear. Thus he was in the middle and torn apart with pain; The thought of what might happen kept churning in his brain. And though he didn't show it, it cut him to the heart Fearing with each step she took her labour pains would start. How long the journey took them we cannot know for sure. Perhaps it took a fortnight. What woman can endure The prospect of a journey like this when great with child? Perhaps it was her tender age that helped her through the trial. The distance seemed forever. Each step a jarring jolt. Be it on foot, or on a cart, or riding on a colt, The physical exhaustion kept coming on in waves. The rightful Royal family kept moving on like slaves! At last, there in the distance they sighted Bethlehem. But then the thing they greatly feared came up to smother them. The shooting pains of labour induced by what they'd done Made them both feel desperate. The birth had now begun. "God help us both!", said Joseph. "I'm going on ahead. I've got to find a place for you. Somewhere to lay your head." He hurried forward frantically. She plodded on behind. "There has to be a place for us. A spot where we can find Somewhere for the delivery. A house, a room, an Inn. Anywhere for privacy; Some spot to shelter in.			15 Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift! 2 Corinthians 9:15 TNIV A Psalm Of Thanksgiving. 1 Shout with joy to the LORD, all the earth! 2 Worship the LORD with gladness. Come before Him, singing with joy. 3 Acknowledge that the LORD is God! He made us, and we are His. We are His people, the sheep of His pasture. 4 Enter His gates with thanksgiving; go into His courts with praise. Give thanks to Him and praise His name. 5 For the LORD is good. His unfailing love continues forever, and His faithfulness continues to each generation. Psalms 100:1-5 NLT 6 For a Child is born to us, a Son is given to us. The government will rest on His shoulders. And He will be called: Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6 NLT 32 Since He did not spare even His own Son but gave Him up for us all, won't He also give us everything else? Romans 8:32 NLT 6 He had still one other, a beloved son. Finally he sent him to them, saying, 'They will respect my son.’ Mark 12:6 ESV 21 Let them give thanks to the LORD for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for men. Psalms 107:21 NIV Of David. 1 Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name! Psalms 103:1 ESV 46 And Mary said, "My soul magnifies the Lord, 47 and my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour, 48 for he has looked on the humble estate of his servant. For behold, from now on all generations will call me blessed; Luke 1:46-48 ESV	The first place which he came to he knew would have to do. Then just around the corner an Inn came into view. He rushed into the courtyard to find to his dismay That all the rooms were occupied. There didn't seem a way For him to find vacancy. "O God, where can I go?" This added complication was just another blow That jarred him to the very core. And then he saw a place Among the cattle droppings which filled him with distaste. The floor was filthy dirty. It made him want to weep. But naught else was available and so he tried to sweep The dung and other droppings away so she could lie Upon a bed he made for her for now her time was nigh. She staggered to the courtyard and fell upon the straw. The pain of the contractions enveloped her once more. And then at last it happened and she cried out with pain. The time had come... A mighty push... and then the baby came. The moment they'd been waiting for, at last it had arrived. The miracle to both of them was that they had survived. Poor Joseph looked so helpless. What was he now to do? The birth was in the courtyard for all the world to view. He hovered in embarrassment his countenance perplexed. What was the proper thing to do and what would happen next? But Mary was delivered. At last she seemed at peace. It may have been in public but here was the release From all the fearful struggling and all the pain and hurt. She and the babe seemed comfortable in spite of all the dirt. He handed her a swaddling cloth in which to wrap the child. Then looked and saw a feeding trough in which some straw was piled. The animals had left it and though it seemed quite rough There wasn't an alternative and there was room enough. So there he placed the infant upon that bed of straw; A manger standing in the yard on that disgusting floor Is where he placed the baby. That's how God's Son was born; A probable reflection of that first Christmas morn. The agony and heartbreak of what is written here Is more true than the fairy tale so many hold so dear. The artificial Christmas cards so often we receive Are just a vain concoction men want us to believe. The truth is far more painful and shows that God regards Our thinking of what should have been as broken, splintered shards. So as you come to Christmas with all the celebration Think about the way it was. Use your imagination To understand what happened. A little teenage girl Was treated like an outcast and not some tender pearl. For as you think about it, it's sure to change your mind About the Christmas story and all the junk you find Described upon your calendars your cards and at your feasts. God chose as his place of birth a spot among the beasts To come and bring salvation. Let this truth settle in For he came here to save the world from wickedness and sin. And as you think about it, it ought to change your ways For Christmas to be meaningful, not just a holiday. Jim Strickland  Written 1986