
No Room at the Inn
When doors keep slamming in your face, maybe God is just not a Marriott kind of God.
Personal Reflection
I am working on a project and I feel like doors keep slamming in my face.
I need volunteers.
"Sorry, I am not available."
"Sorry, I can't do that."
"Sorry, I can no longer help that weekend."
It feels like doors slamming in my face, one after another. Then last night, after a particularly loud SLAM, I went to bed, and God totally provided me with a revelation.
I wonder how Joseph felt when he arrived in Bethlehem and realized there was no place for them to stay.
If I had been Joseph, I think I would have been completely excited the entire walk from Galilee. I mean, Mary was going to give birth to the Son of God. Surely God was going to have something spectacular arranged. Something worthy of the occasion. Something five-star.
I am talking about a gorgeous hotel with an amazing breakfast buffet. Omelet station. Tomatoes, bacon, spinach, onions, lots of cheese. Maybe some feta if they have it. A waffle loaded with whipped cream and chocolate chips. It's free, right? I mean, He is God.
I think I would have been dreaming about that omelet the entire walk.
So if I were Joseph, and I showed up to the first place and they said "No room," I think I would have been slightly annoyed, but I would have told myself: it is probably just because God has something even better in mind.
But what God had planned was not better. It was way worse.
I think if I were Joseph, when I finally got to the last place in Bethlehem and they told me again, sorry, no room here either, I would have absolutely lost it.
I mean seriously, God? I am doing all of this for You and You cannot even provide a decent place for us to sleep? I would have been doubting, whining, wondering why God was not paving a clear path for me to do His will.
I probably would have been doubting whether it really was God's Son at all.
And then the next thing I know I am making Mary as comfortable as possible while she gives birth next to animals. I would have felt completely confused and angry and embarrassed. Like I failed my pregnant wife. Like I looked like a disorganized husband who could not even book a room in advance.
Can anyone relate?
Of course now we know the entire plan. We celebrate Christmas every year with tiny manger scenes on our mantels. No one questions the lack of an omelet station. Because we already know how the story ends.
Sometimes God's plan doesn't look so pretty.
Sometimes it is messy.
Sometimes it even involves manure.
But it is still His plan.
So as these doors keep slamming in my face, I have to take a minute to remember that. Maybe this project I am working on will not be five-star. Maybe it will be messy and challenging and completely different from what I imagined.
But just because it may not be glorious does not mean it was not His plan all along.
Joseph figured that out. Eventually. In a stable. With a feeding trough for a crib and the animals looking on.
I think I can manage without the omelet station.
Pray for me. I will pray for you. 🙏
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