"While they were there, the time came for her to give birth. Then she gave birth to her firstborn Son, and she wrapped Him snugly in cloth and laid Him in a feeding trough—because there was no room for them at the lodging place" (Luke 2:6-7, HCSB).
He came into the world so unassumingly. He was born, not in a palace, but a stable where smelly animals were kept. His first bed was not a cushy pillow, but a feednig trough, where animals stuck their drooly snouts to eat.
There were some who came to worship him, but for the most part, He came into the world without much notice. The Angels would proclaim his birth, but most people just went about their everyday life, distracted by the census, the overcrowded city, and feeding and sheltering their own families. They didn't recognize what they were missing.
They didn't realize that something pretty amazing had just taken place.
As a mother of two, there are many things I wonder about the birth. How painful was it? How long did it last? Did she truly just have Joseph by herside during the delivery? They were both new to this, Joseph, especially wouldn't have known anything about childbirth.
I'm fortunate to have delivered my babies in a comfortable space, surrounded by professionals, but Mary, she delivered in a stable, surrounded by animals and dirty floors and probably some less than desired smells. A less than ideal birthing environment.
But it was God's plan.
The everyday. The unexpected. The less than perfect.
God had come to commune with humanity, to experience life in a human body.
God had come to show the full extent of His love.
God had come to save us from our sins.