All the writer people are doing it, and something in me that wants to be counted among the writer people set out to do it too. Put fingers to keys and let flow something profound about the birth of Jesus. So I flipped over to Luke chapter 2 and got ready. But I never got past the first seven verses.
Because I saw this —
“So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David.” (Luke 2:4)
And then I remembered this prophecy —
“But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come for Me one who will be ruler over Israel, whose origins are from of old, from ancient times.” (Micah 5:2)
And then I went back to verse one and my mind blew up just a little.
“In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world.”
In that year, that month, Caesar Augustus had to call for a census.
But before that a man named Joseph had to love a girl named Mary and ask for her hand in marriage (or offer her dad six goats and a really nice rug).
And Joseph had to come from the line of David so that he would have to travel to his hometown of Bethlehem, the city of David, to register for the census.
But before that, Mary had to become with child by the Holy Spirit at just the right time so that she was almost due to give birth when the census was ordered, so that once in Bethlehem, our Savior was born.
And all I can think is nothing is random.
There is order and strategy and purpose in everything God does to bring about His word.
And then my mind does a mad dash.
And we all, who with unveiled faces reflect the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into His image with ever-increasing glory… (2 Corinthians 3:18)
What has to happen for this to be true?
Every mountaintop and every valley.
Every crucible, deep water and wilderness wandering.
Every moment spent at His feet and every single one spent with my face to the hard ground of Gethsemane whispering “not my will but Yours be done”.
Every green pasture and still waters and invitation to the table with Him. Every stumble and every victory dance.
And every single trial.
Nothing is random and nothing is wasted. Everything is leading from glory to glory.
We know that all things work together for the good of those who love God: those who are called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28)
The Savior was born in Bethlehem, and I will be transformed into His image.