Why a stable?

So this Christmas, focus on Christ being born in you. Maybe that’s why He was born the first time into a smelly stable. Not that much different from being born in us.

Here at the Catch, we talk a lot about Christ living in us. We speak in terms like, “Christ taking up residence in our lives,” or “the indwelling life of Christ,” or we’ll take up scriptures like, “Christ in you, the hope of glory” (Colossians 1:27). We talk about the fact that it’s the Spirit of God that actually does this because that is His role in the trinity, to take what Christ taught and make it known to us by living inside us and communicating with us via our hearts and minds.

But don’t you ever wonder how the Holy Spirit can live in us when our lives are still inundated with sin, known and unknown? We have so far to go, how can the Holy Spirit put up with this process? How can perfection dwell within imperfection? Here’s the answer to that question: I don’t know, but maybe it has something to do with Jesus coming into the world in such an inappropriate place for a king to be born. Maybe that’s part of why God chose to be born in a stable, to show us that He has no problem identifying with straw poverty. If God can be born in the middle of hay, manure and cow dung, maybe He can put up with me. If it had been a high-class birth into a pristine environment, how could He possibly be born in us? We would be forever trying to clean ourselves up in order to receive Christ, but no, Christ comes to us just as we are.

This is something magically won at the cross — not only the forgiveness of our sins, but the fellowship of God in spite of our imperfection. Suddenly the stable makes sense — He was getting Himself ready to come into our lives. If He can be born in the vicinity of cow dung, He can probably put up with our B.S.!

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1 Response to Why a stable?

  1. Wayne C Bridegroom's avatar Wayne C Bridegroom says:

    Excellent thought about the stable!! I grew up on a dairy in San Joaquin Valley of CA. As a 6 year old I was washing all the cow manure out of the milk barn. As a 15 year old I was milking our entire herd of 50 cows after school. These dear (oh how I love cows) animals crap all over the place and it takes a lot of work to make sure the milk remains clean. And, if one thinks smelly cow manure is a problem, just try dealing with the flies that are attracted – or getting swatted in the face during the winter time by a manure filled tail. – or a boot coming off a foot while driving the herd into the holding pen. Been there, done that!!
    What a picture of the stinky mess we humans have made of ourselves and God’s beautiful universe. Yet, that does not drive Jesus away. He chose to dwell with us in the midst of our self made mess. Via the cross, he has not only provided the remedy for our estrangement but being born in a stable prepared the way for a relationship of genuine dialogue/interaction. My love for our cows pales in comparison to the love of Jesus for me/us.
    Ah, one more thing: we had a manure spreader because cow manure makes fabulous fertilizer for corn and alfalfa fields. And, since God is totally wise and totally good, he finds ways to use the “manure” in our lives to encourage others who are still stuck in their own crap. God is good all the time!!

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