empty praise

We read the “classic” version of the Christmas story this morning. (Luke 2) How many times have  I heard this particular version, where there is no room in the inn, there appears a heavenly host, there are stars and shepherds, mangers and one woman’s beginning of motherhood.

The new mother part is what is sticking with me this Christmas morning as one child naps and the other is playing Clue Jr. with his Daddy.

I gave birth this year, after four days of labor, which included two trips to the hospital, little food, even less sleep and one triumphant delivery of my second son. I have a birth story, and it has very low lows and unforgettable moments of perseverance and strength (sometimes my own, often that of others.) But there are plenty of other details to the four days of labor, which include intensity and pain, contractions, baths, bathroom business, tears, blood, needles, blood pressure cuffs, monitors, cords, heartbeats, charts, nurses, dear friends, family, cameras and two wonderful midwives.

Mary, she had her dear fiance Joseph. And maybe a stable boy? Probably some sort of group of travelers that were making their way to Bethlehem, which hopefully included some family members.  Most likely some animals were in near proximity, and most definitely their unsanitized trough.

How long had she been having contractions?

Who was there to hold her hand? (I mean seriously, how involved do you really think men were during birth back then? )

What about towels or water or pillows?

Where did she lie down and rest afterward?

Did she tear? Who ‘caught’ the baby? What about the umbilical cord? What about the messy part of delivery? Was she able to breastfeed him right away or was she in agonizing pain and exhaustion?

Birth is so intense. Imagine how much more for a young, unmarried, traveler who had encountered angels, experienced a miraculous conception, and probably had a glimpse of the enormous responsibility ahead of her…let alone simply being a first time mom.

I wonder what those birth moments were like for her. I wonder what the moments afterward were like.

I cried, my husband cried, we inhaled the newborn smell and nuzzled tiny ears and fingers. Time felt slowed down yet as if it was moving so quickly around us as we were congratulated and fed and physically attended to. There was little sleep initially as adrenalin and pure joy coursed through us, and soon we were surrounded by family and friends who came to celebrate with us.

This morning, we read how the shepherds quickly followed the word of the angels to visit this new baby, Christ the Lord. So Mary and Joseph had visitors, too. But they didn’t know each other beforehand. I wonder how that encounter went, did they mention angels or stars? What did Mary and Joseph think as these shepherds arrived, “And so it begins???”

But what about that time right after Jesus’ birth, before the shepherds arrived? Was there a holy stillness in the stable? Was there a sense of peace and joy? You know those moments when it feels like God’s presence is thick and tangible, did it feel like that? I mean, obviously they were holding Jesus, so that is pretty ‘tangible’ but was there something even more to it? As I think about it, I bet there was. And I hope for this brave little family, that it lasted hours rather than minutes. I hope it gave them peace and encouragement that what they had faced was nothing compared to the triumph that had occurred through their obedience intertwined with the presence of God.

I hope there is a day where I can hear the unabridged version of this story. (After all, I always love love love hearing birth stories.) But for today, I will let my imagination roam freely as I ponder stories and moments in my life of experiencing the gift of Emmanuel, God with us.

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