"And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling clothes,
and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn."
Luke 2:7
I was working as a receptionist for a TV station several years ago when, late one afternoon shortly before Christmas, a man came in asking if he could speak with a member of the news staff. He explained to me that he along with his wife and their small children had been staying at a homeless shelter; but because of some minor technicality, there were being forced out onto the streets. I immediately paged a member of the news staff but they declined to help him.
After he left the station....well, let's just say I couldn't let it go. Having full knowledge of the power of the media, I picked up the phone, dialed the shelter, and ask to speak with the woman in charge. I never misrepresented myself as a reporter but as it turned out, the mere mention of the station's call letters was enough. Although she declined to comment, she did in the end reconsider the matter. Less than an hour after making that phone call, the man walked back into the station with a big smile on his face and said to me, "I don't know what you did..." but he and his family would not have to leave the shelter.
If we're not careful careful, we can get so caught up in chasing the big story or what we consider to be the next big thing that we miss the small, everyday miracles happening right in front of us.
The big story of Christmas doesn't lie in a Christmas tree tall enough to make the Guinness Book of World Records. It doesn't lie in the most extravagantly decorated house on the block. It lies in an event which took place over 2,000 years ago when a poor and humble teenager from Nazareth said yes to what would be the greatest miracle ever known to man.
"Behold, the maidservant of the Lord! Let it be to me according to your word."
Luke 1:38
Sitting at His feet,
Valarie
