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Mommy’s First Christmas
Published: 1/14/2011 11:17:24 AM


I think I could hear Luke 2, the Christmas story, every day and never grow tired of hearing these amazing words of hope, promise, comfort, and long awaited joy arriving in Jesus Christ! It has always carried a great deal of meaning for me – the coming of the Savior to rescue us all embodied in a sweet little baby, entering our world specifically to exit it on a cross. What a conflict of joy and sorrow in this promised Son of God finally arriving to rid the world of sin through the sacrifice of His life!

This story from history, however, became even more real to me the first time I heard it as a mother. I was six months pregnant with my first baby. Dressed in a beautiful red dress that wasn’t nearly warm enough for winter but was so cute it had to be warm, I pressed up against my husband who had every intention of keeping the baby and me comfortable. We stood to hear those beautiful words, "In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to their own town to register.”

I remember thinking to myself, "Are you kidding me? Mary’s about ready to pop and she’s put on a donkey? I was told not to travel more than an hour from the hospital after my 8th month and she was heading cross country!?!”

The pastor continued, "The time came for the baby to be born, and 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.”

"Seriously? Was there no one in the whole of Bethlehem who would give up their bed for this poor woman? She’s bringing another life into the world and you stick her in with the animals,” I thought. Then I shivered and added to my own internal rant, "At least the animals would keep her warm.”

"You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

And I wondered how many times it took Mary to get the swaddle right. In my birthing class we all awkwardly bundled dolls until they were somewhat covered in cloth, wondering how in the world we would pull this off when the baby was wiggling. Our high tech swaddling clothes have flaps to tuck little limbs and a series of steps to get the baby snug and safe. I considered how much simpler it may have been before babies became such a hot market for merchandise.

Echoing in the church were words of shepherds and a "great company of the heavenly host appeared.” Shepherds made their way to Jesus' bedside to worship the tiny King.

So true! A few weeks earlier I visited a friend who had just given birth. I thought of all the people who came to support the growing family and give praise to God for the safe delivery of her baby son. Jesus’ heavenly hosts appeared, of course, to sing praises to God for delivering His Messiah. One child born in a west L.A. hospital and the celebration of One Child born centuries earlier to save him and all of us, too.

"But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”

I was floored. After delivering a healthy baby boy – the Son of God no less – she pondered it all in her heart. Even though she was still a virgin, not married, and probably turned a few heads and solicited a few questionable looks, she pondered it all in her heart. After shepherds find their way to the bedside of the newborn Christ to worship and adore Him, she ponders it all in her heart. How, I wondered, did her heart not explode! How did she humbly and reverently ponder in her heart what had been done to and, quite literally, through her? I was speechless for the first time in my life. I could barely sing. My heart pounded inside me, Anna kicked inside me, and my husband warmed us all.

Months later I would think of this passage in Scripture once more, as I wrapped my own newborn baby in a swaddling cloth and laid her in her bassinet. I tried as best I could to ponder in my heart that the Savior of the world came in such a humble way. The God, our only help, was once a helpless baby. His momma probably kissed His little cheeks and comforted Him. And now He has saved us all and comforts us all with His Spirit. Glory to God in the highest and peace to His people on earth!

Faith Spelbring

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