Monday, 22 December 2014

busy, busy, busy?

While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7 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. Luke 2:6-7

I feel sorry for the inn-keeper. Maybe it’s because I readily identify with him. Gabriel intruded on Mary’s sleep, she couldn't help, but notice him. The shepherds couldn't miss the light show in the sky, coutesy of the heavenly host. The wise men had a star to follow. The inn-keeper? He was busy, busy, busy, he didn't notice what was going on, right under his very nose.

Would he? Would we, if we weren’t so busy? Is it possible to know what we’re looking for, but be so pre-occupied with the everyday, mundane, ordinary, we miss the saviour of the world because he’s disguised … in the everyday, mundane, ordinary?

I know it is Lord, but open my eyes today.

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