Duncan: It wasn’t a silent night, but it was a holy night

It wasn’t a silent night.

There was great pain as she birthed hope into the world. No epidurals or any sterilized tables or tools were in that stable.

She must’ve cried out. She must’ve been afraid.

Surely the animals got on her nerves while she gritted her teeth and gripped her husband’s hand.

“Joseph. I’m telling you if that sheep comes over here one more time.”

“What are you at looking at, cow?”

How overwhelmed Joseph must have felt — delivering a baby on his own in a place where they knew no one.

How many times did he question everything? Why would God not provide a better place for Mary? Knowing she is carrying His own son. Knowing the great task ahead for them.

Yet there they were, in the dirt and grime of a stable, delivering grace to humanity.

It wasn’t a silent night. It couldn’t have been.

It WAS a holy night.

The star hung above that stable and the angels gathered as Mary brought forth a son whose name was Jesus.

They were never alone. though surely they felt that way as the innkeeper slammed the door.

God led them right where they were supposed to be, underneath His star.

Hope, grace, and most of all, love.

His name is Jesus, and He made a dusty old stable majestic. Two thousand years later, we still marvel at the glory of His birth.

Because it was never about the perfect circumstances but about bringing a perfect Savior into a messy world.

Don’t ever think your life is too messy or that you need the perfect circumstances for Jesus to come into your heart.

He was born for that.