What Really Happened Christmas Eve

the name of the book….INTIMATE MOMENTS WITH THE SAVIOR by Ken Gire

 

Ken was an assistant to Chuck Swindoll and helped him on many of his projects.  And we all know how good of a story teller Chuck is. 

 

Ken has ventured on his own and writes to illicit great emotion.

 

And in this book it was in the VERY FIRST CHAPTER called “An Intimate Moment with Mary and Joseph”

 

And in it , Gire describes the incarnation night.

 

I have been at the bedside of all 4 of my children’s birth. I cut the cord, held my wife’s hand and wept as we would welcome another champion into the world.

As I read Ken Gire’s description of the incarnation, I was floored.  Buckle up, this is emotional stuff. Let me see if I have the wherewithal to type it out without getting the keyboard wet.


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IT’S WORTH READING EVERY WORD.

Don’t read it fast. Read it all. You may want to find a quiet place.

 

REMEMBER , IT’S INCARNATION NIGHT, GOD HAS SENT HIS SON THIS NIGHT TO PLANET EARTH.

 

 

“This birth would not be easy, either for the mother or the Child.  For every royal privilege for this Son ended at conception.

 

A scream from Mary knifes through the calm of that silent night.  Joseph returns breathless, water sloshing from the wooden bucket.  The top of the baby’s head has already pushed its way into the world.  Sweat pours from Mary’s contorted face as Joseph , the most unlikely midwife in all Judea , rushes to her side.

 

The involuntary contractions are not enough, and Mary has to push with all her strength, almost as if God were refusing to come into the world without her help.

 

Joseph places a garment beneath her, and with a final push and a long sigh her labor is over.

 

The Messiah has arrived.

 

Elongated head from the constricting journey through the birth canal. Light skin, as the pigment would take days or even weeks to surface. Mucus in his ears and nostrils. Wet and slippery from the amniotic fluid. The son of the Most High God umbilically tied to a lowly Jewish girl.

 

The baby chokes and coughs. Joseph instinctively turns him over and clears his throat.

 

Then he cries.

 

 

NOW READ THIS PART HERE…..GET READY….

 

Mary bares her breast and reaches for the shivering baby. She lays him on her chest, and his helpless cries subside. His tiny head bobs around on the unfamiliar terrain. This will be the first thing the infant-king learns. Mary can feel his racing heartbeat as he gropes to nurse.

 

Deity nursing from a young maiden’s breast. Could anything be more puzzling- or more profound?

 

Joseph sits exhausted, silent, full of wonder.

 

The baby finishes and sighs, the divine Word reduced to a few unintelligible sounds. Then, for the first time, his eyes fix on his mother’s. Deity straining to focus. The Light of the World, squinting.

 

Tears pool in her eyes. She touches his tiny hand. And hands that once sculpted the mountain ranges cling to her finger.

 

She looks up at Joseph, and through a watery veil, their souls touch. He crowds closer, cheek to cheek with his betrothed. Together they stare in awe at the baby Jesus, whose heavy eyelids begin to close. It has been a long journey. The King is tired.

 

And so, with barely a ripple of notice, God stepped into the warm lake of humanity. Without protocol and without pretension. Where you would have expected angels, there were only flies. Where you would have expected heads of state, there were only donkeys, a few haltered cows, a nervous ball of sheep, a tethered camel, and a furtive scurry of barn mice.

 

Except for Joseph, there was no one to share Mary’s pain, or her joy. Yes, there were angels announcing the Savior’s arrival- but only to a band of blue-collar shepherds. And yes, a magnificent star shone in the sky to mark his birthplace- but only three foreigners bothered to look up and follow it.

Thus, in the little town of Bethlehem… that one silent night… the royal birth of God’s Son tiptoed quietly by… as the world slept.”

1 thought on “What Really Happened Christmas Eve”

  1. Got to read it. Thank you pastor for this eye opener blog. I am over 50 . May be the last book i read from page 1 to the last was in college……. I need to read . Most likely I will start with”
    Christmas Eve”

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