An Angel's Story by Max Lucado

Author:Max Lucado [Lucado, Max]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2016-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

But don’t you have just one room?” Joseph pleaded.

“To be honest, I did. But only moments ago a large delegation arrived and took every last bed. I don’t have a place for you and your wife.”

Joseph tried to be patient, but his jaw was tightening. He leaned forward so his face was inches from the innkeeper’s. “See that lady in the cart?” he asked through his teeth. “She is my wife. She could deliver any minute. She nearly had the baby this afternoon in a wagon. She is in pain right now. Do you want the baby to be born here in your doorway?”

“No, of course not, but I can’t help you. Please understand. I have no more rooms.”

“I heard you, but it is midnight and cold. Don’t you have any place for us to keep warm?”

The man sighed, looked at Mary and then at Joseph. He walked into his house and returned with a lamp. “Behind the inn is a trail which will lead you down a hill. Follow it until you come to a stable. It’s clean, at least as clean as stables usually are.” With a shrug he added, “You’ll be warm there.”

Joseph couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“YOU EXPECT US TO STAY IN THE STABLE?”

“Joseph.” It was Mary speaking. She’d heard every word. He turned; she was smiling. He knew exactly what the smile meant. Enough arguing.

His sigh puffed his cheeks. “That will be fine,” Joseph consented and took the lamp.

“Strange,” the clerk muttered to himself as the couple left. Turning to his wife he asked, “Who was the man who took all the rooms?”

Opening the register, the woman read the name aloud. “Different name. Sophio. Must be Greek.”

We were a wreath of Light around the stable, a necklace of diamonds around the structure. Every angel had been called from his post for the coming, even Michael. None doubted God would, but none knew how He could, fulfill His promise.

“I’ve heated the water!”

“No need to yell, Joseph, I hear you fine.”

Mary would have heard had Joseph whispered. The stable was even smaller than Joseph had imagined, but the innkeeper was right—it was clean. I started to clear out the sheep and cow, but Michael stopped me.

“THE FATHER WANTS ALL OF CREATION TO WITNESS THE MOMENT.”

Mary cried out and gripped Joseph’s arm with one hand and a feed trough with the other. The thrust in her abdomen lifted her back, and she leaned forward.

“Is it time?” Joseph asked.

She shot back a glance, and he had his answer.

Within moments the Awaited One was born. I was privileged to have a position close to the couple, only a step behind Michael. We both gazed into the wrinkled face of the infant. Joseph had placed hay in a feed trough, giving Jesus His first bed.

All of God was in the infant. Light encircled His face and radiated from His tiny hands. The very glory I had witnessed in His throne room now burst through His skin.

I felt we should sing but did not know what.

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