Luke 2: 1-7 (ASV):
1 Now it came to pass in those days, there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be enrolled.
2 This was the first enrolment made when Quirinius was governor of Syria.
3 And all went to enrol themselves, every one to his own city.
4 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and family of David;
5 to enrol himself with Mary, who was betrothed to him, being great with child.
6 And it came to pass, while they were there, the days were fulfilled that she should be delivered.
7 And she brought forth her firstborn son; and she wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Caesar Augustus had come up with the bright idea that a census should be taken of the whole Roman Empire, in order to more effectively tax the stew out of all of us.
It especially hurt small businessmen like me. You see, I’m nothing but a lowly innkeeper, barely keeping my head above water, working 16 hour days. Oy! I could continue to gripe, but who would listen?
Anyway, like I said, Caesar decreed that everyone should get themselves registered for the Census. In terms of business, that actually turned out to be a good thing.
I was about to lock up for the night, when a young man and woman came to the door. He was a strong, rugged-looking young man. I think he was a carpenter. She was a beautiful, pregnant little thing. Bless her heart, she looked like she would deliver at any moment. Their names were Joseph and Mary.
My inn was packed, for once, and I had no rooms available. But, some part of my heart told me that I just couldn’t send them away, so I offered them my stable, which would at least offer some protection from the elements.
What happened that night was wondrous. Men are still talking about it to this day. A precious little baby boy was born that night and the most miraculous things happened. People said that animals actually spoke! And the local shepherds said that angels came to them and told them about this baby. They sang His praises and told the shepherds that they needed to come to my stable to see and worship that little baby.
Three wise men, sent by Herod, showed up later, bearing gifts for that special infant. They were overcome by that little one and decided that they would not report back to Herod, but, instead, would return to their homes.
It was quite a remarkable time. As the years went by, I heard stories about that child. They named Him Jesus. He grew in knowledge and stature. At 12, his parents lost Him. They found Him in the synagogue, teaching the old men that should have been teaching Him! Can you imagine?
He grew up working beside His father in his carpentry business and when He was 30, I heard that He was baptized by that wild man, John The Baptist. According to witnesses the heavens parted, and they heard the voice of God saying:
This is my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased.
For three years, He traveled with a group of twelve disciples, performing miracles, preaching and teaching about God’s love and His plan for mankind.
And, now I’ve heard that just yesterday, they nailed Him to a cross, executing Him as they would a common criminal.
So sad. But, you know, there is a still, small voice inside of me that’s telling me that His story is not over, yet.
I truly hope that you enjoyed this post today. I originally wrote the preceding story 3 years ago today in honor of this special night.
Tonight, we celebrate the birth of Our Savior Jesus Christ. In closing, I want to share two videos with you. The first is a video entitled, “That’s my King!”, as read by Dr. S.M. Lockridge. The second video is a song that I’ve had the privilege of performing many times, “The Hallelujah Chorus”, which has become a favorite of Believers everywhere.
Merry Christmas to you and yours! And may God bless us, everyone!
So, here we are, boys and girls…December 21, 2012, the day the ancient Mayans said that the world would end.
Am I insane? (Don’t answer that.) Or, have you noticed that, as soon as the election was over, the doors of decency and Old Fashioned American Values began coming off at the hinges?
I am an anachronism.
After engaging with my bride and some friends in a Quixotic quest to view what turned out to be few and far between Christmas Lights, thanks to Obamanomics, I turned on the television in an attempt to catch the last 30 minutes of Blue Bloods.
Yesterday, from the Floor of the House of Representatives, Minority Leader
In a Friday Evening Announcement, word got out that the Supreme Court has decided to hear arguments concerning California’s Proposition 8 and the Defense of Marriage Act.
Here we are, the 8th of December, 17 days from Christmas. Christmas shoppers will be hitting the stores today…and/or putting up Christmas Decorations…including their Christmas tree.
I’m 54 years old today. It has been a remarkable journey. Some years have passed by much too quickly. Others have been as slow and painful as Morning Joe on MSNBC. Some of the lessons that God has taught me have been more painful than others. But, through it all, His Grace has been sufficient for my every need.
I’m not taking it anymore off of the less than 10 % of our population who are so self-involved and bitter in their belief that all of this fantastic Universe around us just happened, that they try to make Christians as bitter as they are. Especially, this time of year as we celebrate the birth of our Savior.
Our nation was founded by people who wished to practice Freedom OF Religion, not Freedom FROM Religion. They were not led in their decision-making by an earthly king, but by their love for the heavenly King.
I’m not taking it anymore from the bunch of amoral, treasonous hyenas controlling the entertainment industry. These are the brilliant individuals who have brought us such cinematic masterpieces as Redacted and The Golden Compass and such high brow television entertainment like @#$% My Dad Says!
I’m not taking it anymore from spoiled, crybaby, collegiate,and professional athletes. These young men have been gifted by God with extraordinary abilities, placing them in the spotlight. They are followed and proclaimed as role models by American’s youth.
I’m not taking it anymore from so-called Fiscal Conservatives (i.e., Moderates and Liberals), who believe that whatever you want to smoke, whomever you want to sleep with, is fine and dandy, while expecting Social (Reagan) Conservatives to keep our mouths shut about where the GOP is headed, as it slowly swirls down the porcelain receptacle.
I’m not taking it anymore from the Obama’s, and the pinheaded bureaucrats and academicians in their administration who believe that they have the right to tell us how to raise and what to feed our children.
Finally, I’m not taking it anymore from Obama, his administration, his political party, and Congress. These people are so riddled with self-importance, and so intellectually constricted by their self-imposed boundaries of the Beltway Elite society that they live in, that they have completely lost touch with the citizens of the country that they are supposed to represent. They somehow believe that it is in their best interests to govern on behalf of the 18 % of Americans who identify themselves as being Liberals.