No Room at the Inn
Luke 2:1–7
“She gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.” (Luke 2:7)
On the day of Jesus’ birth, the world wasn’t watching. No royal procession, no grand announcement—just a crowded town, a full inn, and a stable out back. Love came quietly. In the margins. To the forgotten places.
Jesus’ arrival reveals a truth that still challenges us: God does not always come where the world makes space. He comes where hearts are open—however humble, however ordinary. The King of kings chose not a palace but a feeding trough, not splendour but simplicity. His birth was the ultimate expression of divine humility—and of God's desire to be close to us, even in the mess.
There’s an old tale of a busy village preparing for a royal visit. Everyone rushes to clean and decorate—except one poor shepherd who simply lights a candle in his small, bare home and whispers, “If the King comes here, I will be ready.” The King never made it to the palace—he stopped at the shepherd’s home, where there was room.
It’s not the grandeur of the space that matters—it’s the readiness of the heart.
Prayer:
Lord Jesus, you came where there was no room—into poverty, into quietness, into places we would overlook. On this Christmas Day, make my heart a manger. Clear out the clutter. Strip away pride. Prepare room in me for your presence, and let love be born anew. Amen.
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