Well hello. Welcome to Bethlehem Inn. It seems odd that you would stop here on your journey through that first Christmas, but it was the setting of a miracle, even if I didn’t realize what was happening. Pull up a chair here, and I’ll tell you what I know.
That night was one that I regret, but it was just so busy that I got caught up in the moment. When the young man and his very pregnant wife came to my door, I had no rooms left. It had been a long night full of weary travellers and needy customers. Had I known who these people were I might have given them my room, but they just looked like any other weary traveller.
I did offer them space in the barn, which was warm albeit a bit stinky. What I learned the next morning astounded me. Not only had a baby been born in my barn, but it was the son of God.
As you continue on your journey toward Christmas, I plead with you to slow down. If I hadn’t been so caught up in the busy, I might have known what miracle was taking place in my barn. Take time to really talk with people, whether it’s your grandmother whom you see every year, your coworker whom you talk to daily, or the sales clerk while you buy gifts.