In his defense, Justice Moore said that the prayer offered before each judicial session was itself an acknowledgement of God. The oath taken by persons elected to public office as they lay their hands upon the Bible was an acknowledgement of God. The entire basis of our declaration of independence and the constitution of our government was the acknowledgment of God. Therefore, to serve as a judicial officer in the State of Alabama , Justice Moore contended that the acknowledgment of God was required.

If the new standard of qualification to serve in the government of the United States is the refusal that God exists, we are all in trouble. It’s hard to tell where these disturbing developments will take us, but, if they follow the trend, we will become a totally secular state. That means that Thanksgiving will no longer be recognized as a national holiday. Christmas will likely lose its status as well. Gone will be prayer in the halls of Congress, “In God We Trust” from our coinage, “under God” from our pledge of allegiance, the white crosses from thousands of military graves, and all mention of God in public documents or shrines. The Bible says that the nation that forgets God will be turned into hell. What will happen to a nation that does not just forget God, but deliberately and methodically expunges all traces of God from its official life? Those who seek to dismantle the Christian underpinnings of this great country must remember that our very freedoms were not the discovered outside the Bible, but are the very outgrowth of Biblical principles.

Here is the first Thanksgiving Proclamation, issued June 20, 1676 . “The Holy God having by a long and Continual Series of his Afflictive dispensations in and by the present Warr with the Heathen Natives of this land, written and brought to pass bitter things against his own Covenant people in this wilderness, yet so that we evidently discern that in the midst of his judgements he hath remembered mercy, having remembered his Footstool in the day of his sore displeasure against us for our sins, with many singular Intimations of his Fatherly Compassion, and regard; reserving many of our Towns from Desolation Threatened, and attempted by the Enemy, and giving us especially of late with many of our Confederates many signal Advantages against them, without such Disadvantage to ourselves as formerly we have been sensible of, if it be the Lord’s mercy that we are not consumed, It certainly bespeaks our positive Thankfulness, when our Enemies are in any measure disappointed or destroyed; and fearing the Lord should take notice under so many Intimations of his returning mercy, we should be found an Insensible people, as not standing before Him with Thanksgiving, as well as lading him with our Complaints in the time of pressing Afflictions:

The Council has thought meet to appoint and set apart the 29th day of this instant June, as a day of Solemn Thanksgiving and praise to God for such his Goodness and Favour, many Particulars of which mercy might be Instanced, but we doubt not those who are sensible of God’s Afflictions, have been as diligent to espy him returning to us; and that the Lord may behold us as a People offering Praise and thereby glorifying Him; the Council doth commend it to the Respective Ministers, Elders and people of this Jurisdiction; Solemnly and seriously to keep the same Beseeching that being perswaded by the mercies of God we may all, even this whole people offer up our bodies and soulds as a living and acceptable Service unto God by Jesus Christ.”

Over 300 years later, this same nation denies the even the right to acknowledge God, not to mention condoning the depth of religious fervor spelled out in this proclamation. Thanksgiving may very well be on our endangered species list. A secular nation cannot continue to observe Thanksgiving while asserting that there is no God to thank.

Let us be clear. As believers, we begin with the acknowledgment of God. “But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.” Hebrews 11:6. Acknowledgement begets thanksgiving. Thanksgiving produces submission. Submission leads to obedience. Obedience aligns us with the divine will. These steps may be easily seen in a study of the scriptures. If we reverse the order, however, we will unravel the very cords that bind us together with all of our rights, privileges and freedoms. Our forefathers, fresh the the land of religious oppression and persecution, knew that true freedom flows from God himself. We must not forget these principles today.

But long, involved debates about Christmas have never served us well. It is true that it suffers from over-commercialization. Society’s expectations of Christmas gifts and parties have become burdensome to many. Nevertheless, we have to recognize that Christmas, perhaps the most popular holiday in the world, turns the spotlight on the birth of Jesus. Wisdom often dictates that we follow a path that lies outside the normal range of choices. “He that winneth souls is wise.” If we can set aside our misgivings about the day long enough, marvelous opportunities to touch the lives of countless people present themselves to us. Here are a few:

Family gatherings. Many new converts disdain family get-togethers because of the drinking, foul language and immorality that invariably shows up. Some dread the arguments that often break out between relatives. Yet, Jesus deliberately visited in the house of sinners to be a beacon in a dark place. He knew that he had to enter into their society—-without partaking of their sins—-in order to have an impact on them. When you go, I advise you to do the following: Swallow your pride, smile through offensive insults, reach out to a hurting, lonely cousin or in-law, talk to everyone, and make sure you are remembered for something good. This is your opportunity to deliver a powerful, positive message by how you act, not by preaching. On the other hand, if you withdraw and express judgmentalism and disgust, that’s how you will be remembered. Leave before it gets too bad, but not before you have expressed the joy and happiness that is in your heart.

Gift-giving. Before you opt out of the gift-giving scene, consider the opportunity it affords you to establish a witness. The gift of a Bible, a book by a Christian author, a Christian tape or CD or some other Christian related gift may open a door to a person’s soul. Even if it doesn’t, you haven’t done any harm. It’s just another way to plant a seed.

Christmas cards and letters. Yes, it is a chore. Keeping any relationship alive takes work. Maybe the task will seem lighter if you try sending a distinctively Christian card. Better yet, write a little letter about the difference Jesus made in your life this year. If you include enough personal information in it, and not make it an impersonal sermon, it will get read.

Pictures. People will look at pictures, and they send wonderful messages. If you want the message to center on Christ, put a Bible in it, or have it taken with your church in the background. Your smile gives a silent testimony about Jesus.

Friendliness and cheer. The Christmas season gives all of us an opportunity to manifest a kind and charitable spirit that honors Christ. Call somebody that you haven’t talked to for a long time. Visit a neighbor and take along a pie or plate of cookies. Participate in a volunteer program. Do something that tells the world that love rules your heart.

Incarnation messages. Oneness believers are especially blessed by the miracle at Bethlehem because we recognize Jesus as deity robed in humanity. As a pastor, I welcome Christmas time as an opportunity to preach about the true identity of Christ. This centerpiece of the Apostles doctrine deserves to be heralded throughout the year, but especially in this season.

The Holy Ghost baptism. The gift of the Holy Ghost represents God’s greatest gift to the believer. Christmas time, while much attention is drawn to gifts, becomes an ideal occasion to focus on the Pentecostal experience. It’s not what gift you can give, but the gift that God alone can give that changes a person’s life. It is joy unspeakable and full of glory!

Christmas may be laden with tradition and imprisoned in pressure-packed circumstances. The way you line up on the issues remains your personal concern. But keep your eye open for times to share the good news. Don’t allow the extraordinary opportunities that Christmas affords to reach out to souls, most of whom don’t know or care about such difficulties, pass you by.

“Though thou be little, yet out of thee shall he come forth.”

It was the place of Hebrew legends. It could have been something about Rachel’s tomb, or David’s birthplace, or the militant Philistines who established a fort there to house their garrisons. The “House of Bread” earned its name from some long forgotten incident now fallen between the cracks of history’s sketchy record. Maybe it spun out of David’s ragtag, but loyal followers, whose brave and undying support of their beloved leader wove itself into Israel ’s culture. Perhaps it hearkened back to Naomi, Ruth and Boaz who left their imprint on the fields surrounding the otherwise nondescript, little village, five miles south of Jerusalem in Judah ’s hill country. And any knowledgeable local could easily direct tourists to the probable spot where Samuel anointed David king of Israel .

God slips his secrets into crevices and folds where most people fail to look. The prophet asked, “For who hath despised the day of small things?” Zechariah 4:10. Divine bias leans toward the small, rather than the great; the poor rather than the rich; the lowly rather than the high; the covert rather than the overt; the little known rather than the famous, the little rather than the much. “A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.” Psalm 37:16. Eschewing the glory of earthly kingdoms, God situates his overarching truths in small places. “For precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little: For with stammering lips and another tongue will he speak to this people.” Isaiah 28:10-11. In his ministry, Christ called attention to a little child, a little lunch and a little flock. The New Testament heralds a little book, a little strength and a little while. God’s subtlety denies satisfaction to the casual dabbler. He forces men to seek him out.

Bethlehem ’s illogic baffled the world. How could a place achieve historical significance without some impressive distinction to set it apart? Bethlehem was not important enough. It was not strategic enough. It was not wealthy enough. It had neither commercial value nor cultural worth. But, Bethlehem did fit the profile of God’s modus operandi. He wanted nothing from this world; he took nothing from this world. “For he shall grow up before him as…a root out of a dry ground.” Isaiah 53:2. Should he have added Rome to his list of credits, or even Jerusalem , he would have been beholden to this cosmos. His legitimacy to the monarchy through the lineages of Mary and Joseph, only received attention at a much later date. He had no known mentor, no handler, no agent and no sponsor. As a root out of a dry ground grows without water or nutrients—-a phenomenon that contradicts nature—-neither did Jesus borrow from the wealth of the world to enhance his own status. To the secular mind, Bethlehem was a liability, not an asset.

The world’s most profound secret patiently waited to be born in the midst of streets more suitable for driving herds to market than entertaining royalty. Nothing but an obscure prophecy suggested the glory it was about to know. Its residents were ignorant of that which was concealed in its bosom. Little Bethlehem was in God’s crosshairs. A star, a chorus of angels, Mary, Joseph and Judean shepherds all converged on this these quiet streets. “And Joseph also went up from Galilee , out of the city of Nazareth , into Judaea , unto the city of David , which is called Bethlehem .” Luke 2:4. Bethlehem ’s secret, before Christ, lay not in its past, but in its future. The secret was the Savior. “And I will give thee the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches of secret places, that thou mayest know that I, the LORD, which call thee by thy name, am the God of Israel .” Isaiah 45:3

Bethlehem ’s secret continues to reproduce itself in countless conversions today. People with no apparent value on today’s market, with nothing to give and even less to promise find themselves in God’s crosshairs, targets of divine grace. What happens when a sinner emerges from the pits of sin? A star appears. “…As unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts.” 2 Peter 1:19. Angels sing. “Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.” Luke 15:10. A new birth takes place. “Whosoever believeth that Jesus is the Christ is born of God: and every one that loveth him that begat loveth him also that is begotten of him.” 1 John 5:1. God’s secrets are far better than the world’s headlines. Let us never discount any person as incapable of redemption. Secrets can come from anywhere.

(Written in December, 2001, reflecting on the New Year after

Assumptions can be dangerous. Still, let’s assume that on Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001 , the offices of the World Trade Center operated pretty much like the offices anywhere else in America . Workers headed to the coffee pots, some pored over Monday’s stock market performance in their Wall Street Journal, and others were already haggling with customers in different time zones on the phone. In the hallways or over the cubical dividers, there probably was the same petty gossip, idle chatter, political maneuvering, cruel scheming, paltry attempts to exclude some unbearable bore from lunch plans…you know, the general junk that is standard fare for the corporate workplace. Suddenly, 8:46 AM happened. The world brutally veered off in a different direction.

For those who perished, these insignificant office proceedings constituted their final thoughts. Most of the survivors, after their initial minutes of terror, have slowly recovered their sense of worth and being. A few made it through the tragedy, but couldn’t handle the emotional and psychological trauma of the aftermath. For all of them, the remainder of their lives will be lived from the perspective of the worst act of terrorism in history. It is a part of them.

The year of 2002, for America and the world, will be different. How much it will change may have to do with what you do, whether you’re a soldier, a flight attendant, a business exec or a factory worker, but the change in heart will go across the board. All of us have witnessed a number of positive differences already, like the rise in patriotism, the increased mention of God in public, the outpouring of charity and the willingness to help the victims. On the darker side, we see tightened security, racial profiling, a loss of personal rights and freedoms and living with the presence of terror.

As citizens, there are some lessons still emerging from 9-11. We must assume responsibility for our own safety and security. We should recognize that the real heroes are the guys down the street. We must enjoy the moments we have, and hug our kids. We must understand that at some point, free nations have to make another payment on their freedom. We must come to terms with our own mortality. And, we must remember, “Courage is fear that has said its prayers.”

One more change: We ought to know the people we live and work with. One chilling item found in the terrorists’ playbook was that they were instructed to move into a neighborhood where the people didn’t know each other very well. Anonymity became a shield behind which they could hide their evil designs. Unfortunately, this depicts far too many American neighborhoods in the twenty-first century. We’re so busy and we move around so much that we don’t have time for nosey neighbors. We have forgotten that one of the by-products of interaction among neighbors is the opportunity to feel comfortable with each other.

Neighborliness builds rapport. It also provides many intangible keys to emotional and psychological health. Since we are social creatures, we form much of our sense of worth and self-esteem by our acceptance among peers. Technological advances like email and cell phones have, in some ways, changed the way this acceptance process takes place. More significantly, it allows us to develop our relationships with people of our own choosing, not with those who happen to live in the house next door or the apartment below us. As a result, we feel no need to know people in close proximity to us because we can know far more interesting and likable people over the wires or airwaves. We can scurry past dull neighbors on our way to scintillating conversations with real friends.

The real world, however, will not allow us to ignore it for long. Events can swiftly jolt us back to face-to-face dealings with neighbors, co-workers, mail carriers, sales clerks and fellow shoppers at the supermarket. We would do well to cultivate these relationships to some degree. The more we know about the people who orbit in our universe, the better armed we will be if something goes wrong. But beyond selfish reasons, the people in our immediate world need the gospel. When we scurry, we often overlook witnessing opportunities God gives us everyday. Our priorities will be different in 2002 than they were in 2001. Will God’s value system have the upper hand in shaping them to reflect his ideals?

Let us not just be different this year. Let’s be better.

The approach to a new year usually begins with the momentum of excitement and challenge. Many people roll into the first days or even weeks of January feeling pretty good about themselves. The new diet, the new resolutions, the new lifestyle, the new commitment, the new whatever seems like a piece of cake. In fact, if you had known it would be this easy, you would have done it a long time ago. Thirty-one days of unsurpassed, exhilarating success. Then, on day thirty-two, rude February happens.

February throws a cold bucket of water on all of January’s marvelous plans and progress. It turns the piece of cake into a formidable task. It takes the wind out of the sails, wipes the smile off the face, replaces the clouds under the feet with real dirt, ridicules dreams and laughs at good intentions. February asks, “WHAT were you thinking?” February’s shredders gobble up January’s goals. February proclaims itself the reality check to January’s delusions.

Okay! You see it coming. A pep-rally on paper. A back-slappin’ wake-up call. A “come-on, guy, you can do it” kind of encouragement meant to get you though the doldrums. Or, maybe a “shame-on-you”, “why are you such a weakling”, “lose the loser mentality” exhortation.

Actually, I just want to tell you that I know people who have had head-on collisions with menacing Februarys of the past and survived. They did a quick mental calculation about the meaning of God in their lives; about the likelihood of repeating the same scenario the following year if they quit; about worthiness of their goal; about the positive prospects of winning if they would just stick with it. Those who repeat the phrase, “I think I can” when it is truly based upon the promise of God’s deliverance, will discover incredible power out of nothing visible or tangible.

The Hebrew spies checking out Canaan ’s land saw that it flowed with milk and honey, but they also saw themselves a grasshoppers and the enemy as giants. As a result, their succumbing to February’s intimidation cost them an additional thirty-eight years wandering in the wilderness. Finally, Joshua and Caleb, who had originally proclaimed “we are well able to take the land” led Israel to Jericho for a great and decisive battle, a battle that sealed Israel ’s future in the promised land.

The early church exploded out of the upper room with the dynamite of Holy Ghost power. Thousands were saved. Miracles and healings ruled the day. It wasn’t long, however, before they ran into the buzz saw of persecution. They could have turned and ran from their tormentors to disappear back into their surroundings. They did not cave. Instead, they gave themselves to prayer, fasting and witnessing. Their initial momentum was challenged but not squelched.

“I think I can” only signals the beginning of the story. The rest moves to the cadence of “I know I can.” Paul said, “For I know whom I have believed in, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed to him against that day.” March erupts in victory shouts for those who refused to give up one, single ounce of January’s momentum to February.

For every faith-based decision you make in January, February will turn inside-out and make it a “feeling” thing. Don’t give in to feelings! Keep repeating “I think I can”. Let it become “I know I can.” Consider your fleshly feelings as drags, weights and traitorous impulses that seek to rob you of your new-found freedoms. When all else fails, remember that the engine driving your forward progress is the Holy Ghost! “Greater is he that is within you than he that is in the world.” Your little engine can take you to the top of God’s hill of victory, blessing and spiritual success. It’s not your start, but your finish that makes the difference.

Surveying this strife-torn world from the window frame of a new year presents a sad and frightening picture to civilization. We see passions fueled by long-standing hatred and bigotry flaring up into bloodshed and violence. Tyrants and rabble-rousers issue dire threats to other nations, terrorist organizations continue to plot and execute atrocities against western society, and arms-sellers who profit from conflict and military buildup keep it going. My debate contests of decades past that argued against nuclear armaments falling into the hands of crazed dictators seems more likely every day. No crime seems too heinous for extremists to commit who have sold their souls to change the world.

Passion. Desire. Zeal. Our world, our neighborhoods, our livelihoods turn in the hands of those driven by people obsessed by mission. Misguided and warped they may be, but no one can deny the impact they now have on all our lives. We may slow them down, but they keep coming. We may cut their legs from beneath them, we may capture and prosecute them, we may conduct a savage war against them, but we cannot snuff out their fire. Take away their guns and they will use sticks. Take their bombs and they will throw stones. They implant their venom into the next generation and they will come too. They will strike again, and again, and again. Whatever the power or influence is that has ignited these passions, has reaped a harvest of killing machines who have neither conscience nor human sensibilities. So it is when passion rules. And, passion for change succeeds when it is met with a passive, cowardly opponent.

Imagine, then, a church that moves passionately into its mission. We don’t have imagine it. We have a written witness of the primitive church that gave itself to the work of God as much or more than twenty-first century terrorists give to their ugly causes. The first church threw itself with selfless abandon into spreading the gospel. They were slaughtered, they were boiled in oil, and they adorned Caesar’s gardens as flaming torches. Nothing stopped them from pressing on with preaching, praying, singing, giving and witnessing. Imprisoned, disenfranchised, driven underground, forced to live like nocturnal beasts in Rome ’s catacombs, they did not recant. They were flogged, beheaded, crucified, and thrown to the lions. They were denied dignity, refused honor and were forbidden to participate in commerce and politics. They slogged on, unbowed and unbent by their foes. The typical response was contained in the Apostle Paul’s words, “But none of these things move me, neither count I my life dear unto myself, so that I might finish my course with joy, and the ministry, which I have received of the Lord Jesus, to testify the gospel of the grace of God.” Acts 20:24 .

My pastor’s prayer for the New Year may be summed up in this one word: passion! God has to purge passivity and carelessness from our collective heart and replace it with a holy zeal. Without an all-consuming passion for righteousness and truth, then all our wealth and possessions, our talents and abilities, our charm and charisma, our plans and programs, our history and influence, our accomplishments and reputation, our brains and brawn will fail miserably. Intelligence that is cold, programs that are cut and dried, skills that conform to worldly protocol satisfy neither man nor God. God wants passion. It needs to permeate every fiber and cell of our spiritual existence.

Passion for spiritual power propels the church into intercessory prayer. Passion for intimacy with God draws disciples into periods of fasting and self-abasement. Passion for worship inspires choirs, musicians and worshippers to excellence. Passion for the kingdom’s advancement motivates saints into sacrificial giving. Passion for souls drives witnessing and outreach.

God wants young people who will invest everything in his call. God wants parents who will instill truth and righteousness into their children. God wants wage-earners who will support his cause with faithfulness and sacrifice. God wants worshippers who will wear themselves out to exalt him. God wants teachers who will dedicate themselves to fashioning a new generation of truth-bearers. God wants pray warriors who will immerse themselves in petition and altar work.

Passion depleted? Get re-fired! Holy fire overcomes every missing ingredient.

The One who came from Bethlehem thrusts the world’s celebrated personalities and their famed achievements into the shadows of insignificance. He shook the earth with each step he took. Without writing a word, he inspired Gutenberg’s press and filled the world with volumes. With no political power, he forged the basis of the most powerful civilizations in history. He wielded no sword, yet he vanquished all his foes. He boasted no academic degree, yet he became the essential subject for the most eminent scholarship of all time. He was beholden to no earthly teacher, yet he confounded doctors with his wisdom. While on earth, he gathered few close friends around him. After ascending, his devoted followers numbered in untold millions.

And no wonder. This Nazarene anomaly triumphed over disease, healed infirmities, forced devils to surrender and subjugated death itself to his authority. The touch of his hand caused loaves and fishes to multiply, raising his hand calmed the wind and waves and the extension of his hand reconstructed limbs and organs. He could not be stopped and would not retreat. He challenged the prevailing powers of his own time and fundamentally changed all time. The world acknowledged his presence to be so profound that it converted its calendar from B. C. to A. D. Those who knew him best worshipped him most.

Every important holiday during the year enjoys its highest fulfillment on this one day. Christmas Day is the New Year’s Day of a fresh start, Valentine’s Day of love, Memorial Day’s sacrifice, Independence Day’s freedom from sin’s bondage, Labor Day’s respite, and the greatest expression of Thanksgiving. Every day worth celebrating, every song worth singing, every fact worth knowing, every story worth telling, every book worth reading, every journey worth taking, every task worth doing, every word worth speaking, every friend worth meeting and every life worth living finds its vital source in Jesus Christ.

I wish you and yours a blessed Christmas. May it be a time of peace and warm fellowship with family and friends. The true blessedness of Christmas, however, flows only from the worship and exaltation of Jesus Christ, the greatest man who ever lived. Experience him anew during this glorious season. He is Yeshua—-Jehovah has become our Salvation.

J. Mark Jordan 12-25-00

Although the world did not yet celebrate Christmas, had AT&T, Sprint PCS or even Western Union been in business when the prodigal son made up his mind to come home, maybe he would have phoned ahead. (He might have found a PhoneCard somewhere with a minute left on it.) Given his dramatic change of heart, he surely would not have wanted to send his father into a coronary. Little did he know that a heads-up was unnecessary. His father made a daily trek to his watching post, keeping up a continual look-out for his boy to come back.

The parable that Jesus told begins matter-of-factly, “A certain man had two sons.” Implicit in this statement is the presumption that children really do belong to their parents. We take care of them, provide a life for them and make all decisions for them. They wear our name, bear our likeness and will carry on our legacy. Most parents do not envision any deviation from this presumed course of events.

Imagine his father’s shock, then, when the younger son said, “Give me the portion of goods that falleth to me.” It was the proverbial bolt out of the blue. Somewhere, between sweet infancy and happy adolescence, a son turned into a stranger. Parents of teenagers know all about this feeling. We gaze into a familiar face and sense something frighteningly different. “Who are you and what have you done with my wonderful child?” we ask. Bewilderment, anger, and fear finally gives way to resignation. We can’t figure out what happened.

This father had provided a solid environment for his family. Through hard work, he founded a business, built an estate and established a strong reputation in town. Like most parents, he probably had definite expectations for his son. He was preparing him for a career in estate-management, schooling him in the protocol of genteel leadership, and had undoubtedly chosen a bride for him. A sound, biblical education and love for God formed the basis of all his training. While riding together over the lands, I’m sure many of their conversations began with, “Son, one of these days…” But exceptions invariably disrupt carefully laid plans. Despite every effort, the father could not filter out the pervasive influence of sin. It seeps into the finest homes, attacks the purest environments and thwarts the noblest intentions. The more immoveable the object becomes, the more irresistible the force grows as well.

This parable is an astounding testimony to a father’s incredible faith. “But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him….” What motivated this man to scan the horizon for the return of a son whom he had already declared to be lost and dead? (v. 24) Was he a sentimental dupe? Was he merely living in denial of the obvious facts? Had his mourning failed to achieve closure? Was he engaged in inane, wishful thinking? Did he feel that just his stubborn persistence alone would be rewarded? I don’t think so.

This godly father believed in something far more substantial than misguided emotions. He kept watching, even though each previous day ended in bitter disappointment. Why? Because he knew what he had put into his son over the course of twenty or so years. He knew he had taught him unfailing truths out of the Word. He knew he had demonstrated to him a righteous and devoted example. He knew he dedicated his son to God and blanketed him with a covering of prayer.

You, too, can tie yourself to God’s promises. They are immutable. “Wherein God, willing more abundantly to shew unto the heirs of promise the immutability of his counsel, confirmed it by an oath: That by two immutable things, in which it was impossible for God to lie, we might have a strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us: Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stedfast…Hebrews 6:17-19

Parents, preachers, teachers and all those who have invested the Word of God into the lives of others, keep standing at your post, looking over the landscape. Sin may have wrecked them. They may appear spiritually dead and irretrievably lost. Complications may paint a hopeless picture. Never give up. “So shall my word be…it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper…” Isaiah 55:11

This could be the Christmas you’ve been waiting for.

Where were the multitudes? Bethlehem pulsated with taxpayers, its streets slowed by weary travelers scrambling to find rooms. Surely someone must have known that heaven’s attention was focused on the little town that night. But the multitude never seems to hear the voice of God.

Were there not fellow travelers who noticed Mary’s plight? A mother-to-be who is at the point of delivery is hard not to see. Maybe someone had a few kind words. Perhaps some directions to a local inn, and then off to some other all-important business.

How about the innkeeper? He was the first one that had a conscious, responsible choice to make concerning Christ. He could have asked if someone would have given up his or her room for the birth. He could have given up his own room. He could have helped them find another inn. Did he feel he was doing a big favor to Mary and Joseph by letting them use the stable? Did he have to move some animals around in order to accommodate them?

Also, what about the midwives who were always present at births? They were closer than anyone to the baby, except Mary. They handled him, bathed him, held him and placed him in the arms of his mother. They probably talked with the parents, found out a lot about their background and their lives.

Think of it. All of these were within arm’s reach of God incarnate, the incredible visitation of divinity to humanity. The Savior of sinners, the sacrificial lamb was just around the corner, behind the inn. But the most important thing on the schedule of most that day was to pay their taxes, or trade some sheep or oxen, or buy a loaf of bread. They missed the significance of the event altogether.

We must cry for a fresh awareness of God’s visitation of revival and true joy to the church today. As commissioned servants of God, let us not make the mistake of the multitude. If we are close enough to touch revival, we must not permit it to slip from our hand unnoticed. Let us seize the moment. Let us understand what great things God has prepared for us today. Let us throw ourselves into the work of saving the lost without reservation.

Leafing through the latest mags, rags and blogs, I notice clever take-offs on the familiar phrase “no room in the inn” pop up everywhere. From over-booking practices of major hotel chains to discrimination against transgendered people, from lack of rooms for the handicapped to the denial of lodging for SARS virus victims, free-lance journalists recount multiple horror stories of beleaguered travelers. Everyone has a story to tell. It’s amazing how this spiritual event has taken root and continues to grow in the cultural language, forcing people who otherwise despise the Bible to talk about it anyway.

No room in the inn . It wrenches the heart just to think about it. An expectant mother, young and tender, far from home, wearied from travel, through no fault of her own…all the elements of a compelling drama brim over. The inn that they finally found was a khan or lodging house for caravans. An inner court yard spread out behind the main building and stables for caravan animals lined the outside back wall. Within each stable stood a manger, or trough, with straw to feed the animals. Jesus Christ was not born in a stable because Mary and Joseph were poor. He was born in a stable because “there was no room in the inn”. Census respondents had flooded the town and had taken all the available space.

A family of Jamaican origin who attended my father’s church years ago used to tell of traveling long into the night, before the Civil Rights Act became law, and finding no motel or hotel rooms in which to stay. Large, painted signs rudely reminded them that there were no rooms for them, no shared drinking fountains, no seats in the front of the bus, no service in many restaurants, and the list goes on. Americans of that generation were subjected to the harshest of prejudicial treatment. Forty years later, we have become so accustomed to civil rights that we cannot conceive of such blatant discrimination. Yet, for many thousands of older Americans, such scenes remain deeply etched into their memories.

Human society never has been nor will ever be free from discrimination in some form. The problem goes beyond politics, racism or any other prejudice that can be remedied by the houses of congress. It is the nature of man to throw up barriers, put up defenses and select the company he wants to keep. While skin color remains the most common trait that keeps many people out of certain clubs and cliques, it is by no means the only thing. Nationality, religion, political persuasion, language, appearance, ability, accent, height, weight, health and pedigree all act as a shibboleth for acceptance. We can add other characteristics to that list like education, style, personality, attitude and money. In fact, most of us would find ourselves excluded from a far greater number of groups than would accept us.

Rejection stings. Many of us know what it is like to be turned down for a job, cut by the team coach, flunked by the teacher, denied a loan, overlooked for a promotion or jilted by a lover. Even though these rejections may stem from an honest set of criteria, we don’t easily shake off the hurt. We all yearn to be loved, accepted, admitted and recognized. Few sentences strike us as deeply as “Sorry. There is no room for you.”

It was not an accident that the innkeeper had no room for Jesus. He was the most rejected of all persons in history. A virtual vagabond, he had no place even to lay his head. “He came unto his own and his own received him not.” The Pharisees and Sadducees, scribes and lawyers had no love for him. All but his closest disciples fled from him in the hour of his greatest need. Peter described him as “the stone which the builders rejected.” Isaiah foretold his pitiable condition like this, “He hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.” When he died, he had to be buried in a borrowed tomb.

But, the innkeeper wrapped and delivered a marvelous gift to us when he sent Mary and Joseph to the stable. It was devastating to them at the time, yet it provided a glorious avenue of divine empathy for us. From his very entry point on planet earth, Jesus took up the cause of the rejected. “For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.” Hebrews 4:15. In the dead of a lonely night, when the cold emptiness of rejection suffocates us, we find comfort in the fact that “there was no room for them in the inn.”

There will never be a welcome sign out for true followers of Jesus. Even as Bethlehem had no room for Jesus, the world continues to reject him today. We must take great comfort in his words, “In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. “And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.” There is a place for us today, and there will be a heavenly place for us over there.