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"Where's the Line to See Jesus"
Unread postby ACALEB » Mon Dec 23, 2013 8:42 pm http://ourstorytotell.wordpress.com/
A Manger Miracle
The man in his smart business suit stood still for a moment. Despite himself, he was struck by the beauty of the scene before him. It was just a manger scene. He had not meant to stop, hurrying as he always did, intent on his own business. Yet, something stopped him. The crowds still jostled, the music blared, the atmosphere charged with rush, bustle, movement. Everyone so busy, just as he had been moments before. Yet he stopped, not knowing why.
Just then there was a tug on his jacket. He looked down at a small boy who couldn't have been more than six or seven, small for his age too. " Mister, mister, can you tell me please where is the line to see Jesus?” Moments before he would have brushed him aside, annoyed at this silly question, at this intrusion. He would have said, "How would I know? Go ask your Mother. Where is she anyway?”
But now, he stopped. He suddenly knew what the little boy was asking,
what his question really meant. Not many seconds before he was completely immersed in himself, in his own busy, selfish, adrenaline filled life. Yet here he was actually interested in what a small unknown child was saying.
It was crazy. Crazy, but strangely wonderful. How could this be happening?
The little boy tugged again, "Mister please. I need to know. I want to see the baby Jesus." Somehow the crowds rushing by had blocked the boy’s view of the same manger, which had so transfixed his own gaze.
"Hey son its right here. I'll show you." Bending down with no thought to wrinkling his suit, he picked up the little boy. As he watched the boy’s rapt look, tears came to his own eyes. He could not believe his reaction.
For the first time since childhood, he really saw the Babe. But now with the maturity of years he asked himself what this really meant?
A voice spoke inside him, or maybe it was a recording. “The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light..for unto us all a Child is born, a Son is given.
His name shall be Counsellor, Prince of Peace, Mighty God..."
As he looked at Mary he thought of his own wife, suddenly aware of her loneliness. He had been so full of the loss of their son, of their missing daughter that had also been lost to her.
The Voice continued inside him. Yes, John. That Babe. God's plan for all mankind, to all who are hurting, lost, afraid, confused, even you. Suddenly it all came back. The truths taught him as a youngster, discarded years ago. The Voice inside continued, "In the darkness a great Light shone for the saving of all who will."
He turned to the little boy. “How come you don't want to see Santa? Why aren’t you in the line for him, son?
“Well, I knew the lines to see Santa would be very long and that's O.K.” “But”, he seemed to be struggling a bit for the words, “But Santa is, well, just Santa.”
"So”, the man urged.
"Well, it's my Dad you see. He keeps saying that a lot of folk want to remove the Manger, the Baby Jesus, the carols and all that stuff from all the malls.
I don't understand it at all. But I wanted to make sure I saw one more really good Manger scene…and, and …
"Yes.” the man said, “And?"
Shyly the boy said, "Well I wanted to ask the Baby Jesus not to make this happen. It's all so beautiful."
John looked with his fresh eyes. It was indeed beautiful. Some craftsman had made those wooden figures. They seemed so alive. It was unreal. Even the lighting seemed from another world. That was what had probably drawn him to stop in the first place. There was a peace and a presence that could be felt.
The little boy, wise beyond his years, added. “I can see now why there is no line to see the Baby Jesus."
"Why do you think?" John asked.
"Well, people need to stop and look and see and hear, and they are too busy, but”, his eyes shone with a sudden understanding, “you have to worship.” John remembered a saying from long ago ‘out of the mouths of babes’.
“Yes,” the boy said, “the line-up to see Jesus has to be in our hearts. "