A morning surprise
As I emerged from a bedroom for breakfast, news filled the kitchen of a new life that was born in the early hours of the morning at home in the bedroom right beside me. The bride’s sister had given birth to a healthy baby girl in the house last night while the whole family slept, with exception of her husband.
You’d think you’d wake up if a baby was being born right beside you in the early hours of the morning, right?
Having made our way back home from the previous evening’s wedding festivities, I crashed for the night at the home of the bride’s parents. With the bride now spending her first night with her husband, I was able to stay in her former bedroom.
I slept beside the bedroom of her very pregnant sister and her husband. Unfortunately, due to the couple glasses of wine I consumed in the celebrations, I did not have a restful sleep. Two to four glasses of wine are enough to make me merry, but not enough for a nightcap. I must have tossed and turned for most of the night and probably only settled down in the early hours of the morning. I’m still flabberghasted that I managed to be oblivious to the whole drama. Funnily, unbeknownst to me in by terrible slumber, her husband burst into my room while looking for a place for his wife to give birth; even the family couch was occupied by a sleeping brother-in-law.
No room at the Inn
As I look back at the events that occurred in the early hours of the morning, I am ever so slightly in wonder over how our Lord entered the world.
The world was not prepared and barely in anticipation to receive the gift of Christ when He came into the world. God’s people were looking out for a political king to bring them to freedom, and not a Saviour who would free them from their sins. The world was sleeping, unaware of the miracle and gift that God was about to give. The world had no room for the Mary to bring forth the gift that God had for us, not a single inn had room to take her in; there was no room for Jesus to enter our world. Worse still, there was little room in our hearts for Jesus when He came into our world.
God gave us His Son as the most precious gift to mankind in a time where God’s people were not receptive or perceptive of the Salvation that was coming to them. God’s people had their own expectations, ideals and vision of what kind of Messiah God was going to send, and either in their doubt or false expectation, failed to prepare for the coming of their Salvation, King and Messiah.
Yet God gives us good gifts when we’re not ready to receive; He is a missionary God who goes into hostile environments where He knows people will reject Him. God gives us good gifts when we’re expecting something else.
God does not wait for you to have room in your heart to come in.
God gives us good gifts when we’re not ready to receive. God gives us good gifts when we’re expecting something else. God gives us good gifts when we’re hostile towards Him; He does not wait for us to have room in our hearts for Him in order to do or give us something good. Our God is a God who gives us good gifts that we might receive; He does not wait until that indefinite day that we reach a certain bar or standard to give us something good. God provides us with good things when we are at our worse. He gives us good gifts while we sleep. God is the initiator.
Our God is a God of grace. Our God is the embodiment of the Gospel. Our God gives us good things that we’re not always ready for that His gifts in love might soften our hearts and stir our affections for Him, that we might respond
By God’s grace, little Maci did not enter this world with the same hostility that Jesus faced. She was much more welcome. Above Maci is taking her first bath in the kitchen sink. I’ll leave you with a couple more shots of her first 12 hours of life outside the womb.