Feeding at the Trough
If I recall correctly, the first catalog with holiday theme items arrived in our mailbox in late July. The "BEST CHRISTMAS ISSUE EVER!" magazines hit the racks in September. Then, with the chill in the air in October and Halloween past, the stores put out the Santa decorations and red and white candy, instead of the orange and black candy of the previous 6 weeks. We have been inundated with commercial "Christmas" for months now and finally, it has arrived, after considerable fanfare and folderol. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted, beat to a "best ever holiday" pulp.
All of this has little to do with the original gift given that first Christmas night, lying small and helpless in a barn feed trough. I know a fair amount about feed troughs, having daily encounters with them in our barn, and there is no fanfare there and no grandiosity. Just basic sustenance-- every day needs fulfilled in the most simple and plain way. Our wooden troughs are so old, they have been filled with fodder thousands of times over the decades. The wood has been worn smooth and shiny from years of being sanded by cows' rough tongues, and over the last two decades, our horses' smoother tongues, as they lick up every last morsel, extracting every bit of flavor and nourishment from what has been offered there. No matter how tired, how hungry, there is comfort offered at those troughs. The horses know it, anticipate it, depend on it, thrive because of it.
The shepherds in the hills that night were starving too. They had so little, yet became the first invited to the feast at the trough. They must have been overwhelmed, having never known such plenty before. Overcome with the immensity of what was laid before them, they certainly could not contain themselves, and told everyone they could about what they had seen.
We're told his mother listened to the excitement of the visiting shepherds and that she "treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart". Whenever I'm getting caught up in the frenetic overblown commercialism of modern Christmas, I go out to the barn and look at our rough hewn feed troughs and think about what courage it took to entrust an infant to such a bed. She knew in her heart, indeed she had been told, that her son was to feed the hungry souls of human kind and he became fodder himself.
We are at the trough, sometimes stamping in our impatience, often anxious and weary, at times hopeless and helpless. He was placed there for good reason: a treasure to be shared plain and simple, a meal without end for all.
Who needs Christmas cookies, pumpkin pies and the candy canes?
Just kneel at the manger.
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