You have a baby…in a barn

Have you seen the movie Sweet Home Alabama?

You have a baby...in a barn

If so, you may remember the scene when Reese Witherspoon’s character uttered the phrase…

Look at you, you have a baby…in a bar.

Melanie Carmichael was appalled at what her eyes were seeing, wasn’t she?

And this may be a silly correlation, but every time I see or think of that scene, it reminds me of the Christmas story.

I know, I know…I’m an odd duck.

You see, my mind adds the letter “n” to that sentence. For me, it just rolls off of the tongue!

Look at you, you have a baby…in a barn.

In fact, can’t you just hear Imogene Heardman saying that to Mary??

(If you don’t know who Imogene Heardman is, order this book today!)

I mean, Jesus was born in a barn!

We know that, right? We hear it in the story, but do we really think about it in great detail? Does it really sink in? Can we really fathom that?

I mean, most of us won’t even let our kids go to the church nursery for the first six months of their lives for fear they might get a germ on them.

We inspect hospitals and interview pediatricians.

We even have one gallon bottles of hand sanitizer in our homes that we make people use just to walk through our front door.

But Jesus…the Messiah…Emmanuel…the Savior of the world…was born in a barn. The place where animals eat and sleep and go to the bathroom.

Just think about that for a minute.

God loves you and me so much that he became a man and entered the world in a dirty, dingy barn.

I know it was a different time, but it could have been in a King’s palace or at least a home! Or he could have waited until now to come…in a top accredited hospital. After all, he is God!

But, he chose the perfect time and place.

He chose Mary and Joseph. He chose Bethlehem.

He chose a barn.

You know, one of my favorite Christmas songs is Silent Night. No matter how many times I hear it, I have a hard time getting to the end without tearing up.

I just can’t help picturing Jesus being born in that barn.

I can’t help picturing Jesus entering the world on a dark, cold, silent night…in a nasty, smelly barn…all for the sole purpose of saving me and you.

Silent night, Holy night
Shepherds quake, at the sight
Glories stream from heaven above
Heavenly, hosts sing Hallelujah.
Christ the Savior is born…

In a barn.

They say you always find something you’re looking for in the “last place you look.”

I don’t know about you, but the last place I would expect to find the hope of the world is in a barn.

But, that’s exactly where you’ll find it.

And it came for me and for you…it even came for the Heardmans and for Felony Melanie.

You know, most of the time we only look at the cross as a symbol hope, and it most certainly is one. But, Jesus’s journey to the cross began in a barn.

This Christmas, let’s pause and reflect on that barn.

Stephen

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