And she gave birth to her firstborn, a Son. She wrapped Him in cloths and placed Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
I spent a lot of time with three of the munchkins today and I spent some of that time talking with them about Luke 2. Then we decided to put together a small program for when Dad and Mom came back. Everything went well, except the 4yo kept saying “King Heron.”
“No, it’s King Herod,” I explained several times. And he got it.
You know, sometimes we hear the events of that long ago night so often, we can tell it in our sleep and so can our kids. I wasn’t telling the munchkins anything they didn’t know. In fact, I knew at times they answered my questions with the exact wording they had heard from their parents or teachers at church.
But to some kids (and adults), the real events of Bethlehem are as unfamiliar as … well, as something they’ve never heard of before, because in actuality, they never HAVE heard the facts.
In the ministry, we have the opportunity of watching kids (and adults) learn about the Bible for the very first time, we have the privilege of seeing God’s Word click in their minds, we have the joy of seeing someone recognizing the importance of God sending His Son to earth.
And as we experience the opportunity, the privilege and the joy, we must never, ever lose the awe of that moment.