During the Christmas season I find myself wondering about the non-essentials of Christ’s birth. I think it must be the mommy in me, because I never asked such questions before my children were born.
I wonder how long Mary labored.
I wonder what the weather was like that Middle Eastern night when Mary and Joseph entered the City of
I wonder if Jesus was born in the evening or in the wee hours of the morning.
I wonder if other women came to help her, or was it only Joseph by her side.
I wonder if Joseph remained calm.
I wonder if Mary and Joseph felt twinges of misplaced guilt about laying down the Son of God in an animal trough.
I wonder if baby Jesus sucked in His first earthly breath and exhaled with a blustery cry.
I wonder what Jesus looked like as a baby. Was His skin robust and pink? Was He thin or pudgy…long or short? Did He have a head full of black curly hair, or was His hair straight, shaggy and a shade of dark brown? Perhaps he was born without hair. I cannot imagine a bald baby Jesus, but it is possible that He was.
I wonder what words Mary first whispered to her firstborn son.
I wonder if Mary gave her newborn a nickname or if she only called Him Jesus.
I wonder if Joseph carved presents for Mary and the boy he would raise as his own.
I wonder what Jesus thought. Did His earthly body immediately possess the mind of a divine being, or did that come later.
I wonder if the animals knew that they shared their home with their Creator.
As I wonder about the unknowns of that most holy night, a thin layer of mist fills my eyes as I remember with wonder what I do know as truth. Awe captures my breath as I visualize the Almighty God being born a poor baby who would become the ransom for the souls of every man and woman. How amazing is that grace of which I am in wonder.
Luke 2: 1-7 Contemporary English Version