One of the sweetest and at the same time one of the saddest verses in our Bible is Luke 2:7. “And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” The sweetest part of that is of course the beautiful scene of God entering our world as a human. The saddest part is the words “no room.”
No room for Jesus. I wonder how many homes on Christmas day had no room for Him. Our Christmas celebrations tend to be 99% about us and 1% about Him. We stop by the manger to gaze at the baby and then move on to our festivities and frivolities. No room. No room in our Christmas celebrations and no room in our day-to-day work, leisure, and life. Maybe Luke misspelled the last word of that verse. He meant to say, “there was no room in the end.” At the end of it all, we have no room for Him.
It is sad, isn’t it? It is sad how little time we have for Jesus in our daily life. No room. No room for devotion. No room for prayer. No room for worship. No room to see Him standing near by waiting for our attention. We have relegated Jesus to a small place outside of our routines where we are not disturbed by Him or bothered by His cry for attention. We are satisfied with the meager provision of space we have allowed for Him. We have treated Him as interference instead of Immanuel. We have treated Him as transient instead of Savior. We have treated Him as common instead of King.
Is there room? Can we move Jesus from outside in the stable into the center of our home? Can we invite Him into our lives as Master, Lord, Savior, and King? Can we honor him as did the angels, shepherds, and wise men? Can we declare that Jesus birth was not the end but the beginning? Our Savior has come. Let us adore Him now and forever. Amen.