Trees swayed and passed on the whisper through wood and copse and avenue. Insects scurried across rough hewn ground, up walls, down drain pipes to spread the news. Birds sang and filled the air with it; sheep and cows huddled together and said have you heard. The whisper gathered momentum down pavements, streets and highways. It jumped to the sky where the stars exploded and shouted for the world to hear “He’s come; it’s happened; he’s arrived”.
Luke put it simply “Joseph went to Bethlehem to register for the census with Mary who was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her first born, a son.”
Her first born; but for creation he was their creator, the first born of their world. They lived because of him and now he had come to live with them as one of them. Their creator had been born as a creature: God was with them as one of them.
The universe shimmered with the news.
And humanity, women and men created by God in his image; did they catch the whisper; did they hear the wonderful news? Did they bow low before their God, not on a throne but as Luke tells us “She (Mary) wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger”. Why such a lowly cradle? He tells us “because there was no room for them in the inn”.
The Son of God born into hardship and rejection and so he lived and died and then became the first born from the dead. For darkness could not put out the light and death could not destroy the love of God.
The whisper still travels; the good news is still there for all who want to listen, who are ready to be wrapped in the love of God and be born into his new life. Go, as the angels instructed the shepherds, and find the baby; let him grasp your finger and be filled with his transforming power.