Here’s a piece of inspiration to help us refocus on the purpose behind all the craftiness, all the decorations, all the gift-giving, and celebrating. I think we can all take this to heart in some way, whether or not we celebrate Christmas. We all have loved ones that we need to make room for as priorities in our lives.
By Kathryn Slasor
“No room for Him,” the keeper said
That night so long ago,
“My inn is crowded, don’t you see,
The rooms now overflow.”
“It’s just a Child,” he must have thought,
“A family, poor and plain:
My inn is filled with paying guests.
How could I dare explain?”
And thus, he turned aside from One
Who chose a humble birth
To enter into human form
And save all men on earth.
But lo, the shepherds in the hills
Were called the Babe to greet:
They followed then the brilliant star
And worshipped at His feet!
“No room for Him,” cry men today,
As through the world they plod:
“My life is crowded, don’t you see?
I have to room for God.
How could I dare explain to all
My friends who question me,
That Jesus came to save my soul
From sin, to set me free?”
God, forbid that we become
As keepers of the inn,
And have our lives so crowded
That we have no room for Him.
But no, may we, thy children dear,
Unworthy though we are,
Become as shepherds long ago,
And follow now His star!