We drove down to Myrtle Beach once around some holiday….it might have been the 4th of July….I don’t really remember.
Anyway, we drove down in one of our old cars, and when we got down there, realized that it’s really important to make a motel reservation before you start out.
There wasn’t a room to be found.
Every place we stopped at was already full.
When you have a couple of kids in the car and you’re all tired, it’s important to find a place to spend the night.
That was a pretty easy trip, though, in comparison to the one that Joseph and Mary were on.
That’s a hard one to wrap your head around.
Imagine what that must have been like for them….riding down to Bethlehem.
We wrap the story in as much pretty wrapping as we can get around it….but imagine how that must have been for them….
Tired…dirty….alone….probably kind of scared.
No matter what an angel told you about the situation, you’d probably be a little bit scared.
That’s a wild story.
And…it’s a story that we’ve heard so much that we sometimes can take it for granted.
Sometimes, it’s just something that you hear at Christmas.
It’s part of the “Christmas tradition” to hear the story of Jesus’ birth.
I think that even Linus can tell you the story if you happen to be on the right channel.
Christmas Eve….the night that it all went down.
That’s our miracle.
That’s our (the more we hear it) “common” miracle.
Joseph and Mary were a tough pair.