“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 2:7)
The town of Bethlehem was bustling, probably fuller than it had ever been before. People were everywhere, making the place a torture chamber for introverts. Probably citizens of every class and religion were there, rich and poor, believers and atheists. It is significant that out of all these hoards, not even one noticed the Messiah’s birth. Surely there must have been at least one rabbi who had studied the prophets and would have seen the signs! But no, not even they cared. Everyone was too busy in their own affairs.
The inn had no room for Him and the world seems to have no room for Him either. They are looking extremely hard for a Savior, but not Him. All the well-trained rabbis would have known the facts about the coming Christ, yet they failed to recognize Him. The world knows much about religion and being religious, but they fail to recognize the One to whom their religion points. If they had acknowledged Him, they still would have rejected Him. They didn't want God, they wanted a superhero who would feed their gaping mouths without even requiring a thank you.
It is sad when God is in our midst yet we fail to see Him. It wasn't those in Bethlehem who recognized the King, but those in the fields. Sometimes those deepest in religion are the farthest from God, and sometimes the farthest from religion God chooses to bring the closest to Him. “Be ye quite assured that the name of a Christian is not the nature of a Christian, and that your being born in a Christian land, and being recognized as professing the Christian religion is of no avail whatever, unless there be something more added to it—the being born again as a subject of Jesus Christ.” * God is near to each one of us and I pray God will open our eyes to see that. Is there room for Him in your heart?
*C.H. Spurgeon, Spurgeon’s Sermons Volume Three (Hendrickson Publishers, 2016), 212.
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