No Room – A Christmas Story



They had traveled for probably a week or more, on foot or riding a donkey through tough terrain. She was in the last stage of pregnancy. Yet, when they arrived at their destination, there was no room at the inn for them to stay. The gift of love God was sending to earth was turned away, to be born in a stable. Everyone had been ordered to go to their hometown to be taxed, so the hotel business was booming. There was no room for the Savior to be born. However, the innkeeper did let them have the stable. At least that was someplace as crude as conditions might have been. But, all the rooms inside were already occupied.
A law of physics says that two things can’t occupy the same space at the same time. The only way for the family of Jesus to have a room would have been if one of the guests would be removed from their room. Are my rooms all filled? Are yours? The Gift of Love comes to our doors daily asking for room. Does He find the rooms filled with the things of earth? Will we ask some of room-filling guests to leave so Jesus might be born in our hearts? Will we let the Christ Child in to be born there, but to grow strong there, to occupy more and more rooms once filled with stuff. What is occupying the room Jesus should have to be born afresh each day in my heart? What keeps Jesus from booking my whole inn? And then, when the world comes knocking at the door, I can say “There is no room. They are booked to Jesus.”

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