My church is a hive of activity with plenty of coming and going. Our local infants and junior schools are busy rehearsing, mums and teachers have been busy putting time into those special costumes, making sure the angels sparkle, the kings are at their regal best and the shepherds are are as smart as shepherds can be. Then comes the great day when mums, and dads (if they can get time out from work), beloved nans and granddaddys with smaller brothers and sisters in prams and buggies, all arrive to hear and watch as the greatest story ever told is told again.
Church gets quite crowded.
As in the scene above everyone wants to see.
This is the way is n’t it?
A baby is born and everyone wants to see him or her, to hold him. The look on an older brother or sisters face, now, that is adoration.And you know what? Once baby arrives Mum, Dad, brothers, sisters, all become servants. That is the way it is, the way it has always been and should be, for the blessing of Christ comes to us in little children, His blessing is mercy and kindness and joy and blessings come to home and family.
And yet there are those babies who do come into the world, unwelcomed, there are those children who grow up never knowing adoration, there are some whose life span will be short and bitter. Some who will go to bed hungry every day of their lives: some will know extreme pain, abuse, cruelty. This is not because God does not love them. No it is because He is always looking and calling, to us, the whole world – if we will only hear Him,to take them into our hearts, prayers and even on our knees. Once the King of heaven needed someone to love HIm, arms to hold him, hands to provide for Him. Mary and Joseph said yes
“I am the Lord’s servant ” Mary answered. “May it be to me as you have said
Jesus said, “Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the one who sent me”
Scriptues: Luke 1 v38 – Mark 9 v37 (NIV)