By Ruth Anderson
People dancing and frolicking in lamplight, though none knew what was to happen that night.
A stable sitting high on a hill, unseen by many, only the still.
But someone spotted the lonely stable, for no room’s occupancy a respite able.
The someone was Mary, great with child, and her husband Joseph, very kind and mild.
“Let’s go there,” she painfully sighed. “I hope we can get there in time, for its been a long ride.”
They finally arrived, and swirled up the hay, for Mary was having her baby that day.
Quite suddenly, a baby’s shrill cry…was amazingly heard across that cold night sky.
His name is Emmanuel, the Savior to tell, the long awaited who would break Satan’s evil spell.
“Now in those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus, that a census be taken of all the inhabited earth. This was the first census taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. And all the people were on their way to register for the census, each to his own city. Now Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the city of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and family of David, in order to register along with Mary, who was betrothed to him, and was pregnant. While they were there, the time came for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.”
Luke 2:1-7