Thursday, December 13, 2018

Life in the Cow-Shed


No Room

In the lives of all of us, usually there comes a day when the world says, 'there is no room in the inn.'”
Thomas Moore (The Soul of Christmas, p.37)

“No room in the inn”—such a familiar phrase for people around the world. In every Christian church these words will be read this month. Children will reenact the story of Mary and Joseph traveling to Bethlehem for the census count, Mary heavy with child. They will never find room in the inn. They will always have to go to the cow-shed to have their baby.

Rarely do we apply this story to our own experience, but it happens with great regularity. We apply for a job we desperately want, go for an interview, but are not hired. We submit a manuscript for publication only to have it rejected. We marry someone we love madly, and they leave us for another. We lose a baby to miscarriage. These are “no room” moments. We feel turned away, unappreciated, rejected, inadequate. We find ourselves alone in a cold, dark place. Have you ever had one of those moments?

We also create “no room” moments for others. It happens when we choose not to be in relationship with them, perhaps to move on to greener pastures. Or, we may stay in a relationship, but constantly complain and criticize them. We leave jobs and coworkers, and don't look back. We say and do things that wound without even being aware of what we're saying and doing. And sometimes, we're intentional in our wounding.

Here's the wonderful thing about cow-shed moments—after the darkness and rejection, a star rises to shine light on new life. We change directions, we begin anew, we find an entirely new way of living and being in the world. We create new things. We recreate ourselves. The life-force pushes us up and out. Lots of good stuff comes out of barns, believe me.

This year, when you hear the story of baby Jesus born in the cow-shed, and laid in a feed-trouth, try not to feel sad for him. It's part of life to have these moments. They're almost always turning points, as was his birth. It was his very humble roots, his vulnerable nature, that started him on a path of service and drew thousands to follow him. His star rose right then and there. What about your star? Is it rising this Christmas?

                                                   In the Spirit,
                                                      Jane

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