This post is written to link with Five Minute Friday: write for five minutes on a one-word prompt. The prompt today is “rush.”
How many hurried by Mary and Joseph that day in Bethlehem – rushing to buy food, or gather with family, or find a place to stay?
The town was busy because of the census, but how many really saw?
How many turned them away from their doors – perhaps feeling a little guilty at having no space to help a pregnant woman, but just too frantic and overwhelmed as they tried to look after the guests they already had?
How many heard the baby cry? And how many of those realised the amazing truth that their Saviour had come?
In all of the rush, it seemed there were only a few who noticed:
A group of shepherds, tending their flocks in the stillness of the nearby fields until the angel’s message called them to go and see.
Some Magi, staring at the stars, willing to embark on a long and potentially treacherous journey to bring their worship.
An elderly man and woman – Simeon and Anna – who had been waiting all their lives for this momentous day. Still hoping, still expectant, worshipping and waiting with eyes wide open, ready to recognise him when he came.
But how many notice him today?
And how many rush on by in a flurry of parties and present-buying, overwhelmed with family and festivities, doing their best to make it a perfect Christmas, but somehow missing the whole point?
The invitation is open to us all this Christmas to be still and worship, to pause and wonder, to come and see the miracle that is right there in front of us – Emmanuel, God with us.
The Saviour has come.