Friday, December 25, 2015

The Baby



There are times, especially in Haiti where the birthing conditions are not ideal, I think about the Christ child and his birth. There were no birth affirmations written on the wall in the birthing room. No soft music to calm her weary soul as her body contracts time after time, pushing the baby down into the birth canal. No doula to rub her back and tell her she is strong. No essential oils to calm her. No, she is far from family.

 She is young and she is a virgin. Yeah right, those who know her say behind her back. No wonder Mary ran to Elizabeth's after she found out she was pregnant. How in the world would she survive? Thankfully Joseph believes her which is a wild leap of faith on his part.

She walks to Bethlehem so she can be registered with Joseph. It's the law and it sure isn't convenient. What first time Mama wants to walk miles and miles to comply with a law? She and Joseph aren't even married yet. I think of the Mama back in Haiti who birthed her baby after walking miles and miles down a mountain. The mountain is SO steep that even a small motorcycle can't go up or down. She is on foot. When I went to discharge her the next morning (usual stay is 4 hours but she delivered at night) I was talking to her about going home and resting. She had a third degree tear and I asked her to be very careful. Silly me, she then told me she had to walk up that same mountain to get home. No tap tap can get up to take her there. She has to walk, carrying a newborn all the way up a distant mountain. She acts like it is just another part of life. No complaining, just a quiet resignation of what is.

I would like to think that some local midwives heard a young woman was about to give birth from out of town and came to help. Midwives had saved the babies of God's people back in Egypt many years before. Perhaps, just perhaps, Mary had a midwife or two to witness the birth of the Christ child. Like Haiti, the situation wasn't ideal. No complaints, just a natural ability to get the job done.

Later that night when the shepherds come and worship that baby Mary treasured all these things in her heart. She would witness over and over again divine intervention. She was chosen to be the mother of the son of God.

God came down in the form of a baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. What you and I chose to do with that is up to us. That baby came to seek and save those who were lost. He came to bring redemption for our sins. HE is the kind and merciful King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Lets live our lives in light of that truth.

Until tomorrow.
Jill
Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the ground each morning Satan says, "Oh crud, she's up".

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