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  A Strange Place to Find a Savior By: Dr. Skip Myers web posted December 17, 2007 COLUMNIST – She looked tired but then again any new mother who had been forced to deliver her first child in a barn would probably look the same way. There was no midwife or relatives just some animals, her husband, and the innkeeper’s wife. My eyes met hers and for a brief moment I truly felt sorry for what she must have went through. But her eyes weren’t filled with bitterness or resentment. Her eyes guided mine to the child in the manger. I will never forget how she looked at her son. I have three children of my own and I can’t remember my wife, as much as she loves them, ever looking at them with such purposeful love. My companions and I felt like intruders upon a very blessed moment. But we had to be there. Somehow we felt as though we had received a special invitation even though we couldn’t imagine why God would want a band of worthless shepherds involved in anything holy. And make no mistake, this was a holy moment. I can’t really explain it but the angel, the star, the child—it was a holy event and we were meant to be there. We bowed before the child because it just seemed right. His mother motioned for us to stand and her tired face was transformed by a lovingly gracious smile. Her husband seemed in a desperate conversation with the innkeeper’s wife. He begged her for some type of shelter other than this barn where his wife and child could rest. A manger was no place for a child to spend its first night of life. The woman shook her head and told him there simply wasn’t another room available in Bethlehem. We could see the sense of failure in his eyes as he glanced over to his wife. I asked for forgiveness as I interrupted their conversation. I introduced myself and my friends. I then told Joseph and Mary that I had a story they wouldn’t believe. With each passing word, my voice grew louder and more emphatic as I related the light, the angel, the choir, and how we were told that we would find this child in a manger and that He was Christ the Savior. I’m not sure what I expected from them but what I got surprised me. They both just smiled and I felt Mary’s touch on my arm. She knew! They both knew! It was true! I had to do something. People had to be told. Word had to spread. But then, who is going to believe that our Savior was born in a barn and is now lying in a manger. I suddenly realized that the first thing to do was to find a place for the Savior and what better place than my own home. We didn’t have much but it seemed no one else was willing to make room for Him. So I told Mary that her Son had a place—my home was His. My friends and I moved them that night and they stayed with us until they could safely travel back home. I was meant to find Him that night. The angel told me, “This will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” (Luke 2:12) I could never have entered a palace or even a decent inn to see the new Savior. Shepherds aren’t exactly welcomed in most places. But God knew I could get into a barn. God truly wanted me to find the child and He made it so I could. And in return I was able to offer to Him my home to become His home. This account may contain some “skip-ology” but the imaginative portion is based on the intent of God for God has made it so that each of us can find the Savior. All it takes is faith—something we are all capable of showing. This Christmas season why not offer Him a home. Your life is just the place where He wants live. All He needs is an invitation. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas filled with the presence of the Savior. ©
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