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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Brown (11/26/09)

TITLE: Emmanuel
By Shellie Goff
12/02/09


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My face could not help but react with wild contortions as the unpleasant aromas assaulted every sense. Gamey odors of heavily toiled beasts drenched the once fresh air. As the guttural neighs of penned up horses startled me back to the present, my vision became more concentrated. I glanced over at my husband, still slowly recovering from the wretched sight. His face flushed red with embarrassment at the condition of this dreadful place. “Honey, I am sorry.” “This is not what I had in mind.” I simply nodded but my stomach was a ball of nerves.

The questions were circling my brain like a hungry host of vultures. “Will this baby be warm enough?” “What clothes will he wear?” “Who is going to help me deliver this child?” “This can’t be right, can it?” “God’s holy child born in a musty old den?”

Just then, I could hear Joseph’s steady voice calling me. “Come lie down over here.” He had been scurrying around, gathering up enough hay to make a soft place upon which my laboring body could rest. He gently lowered me onto the makeshift bed and to my surprise there was a hint of softness to it. As I shifted in furious attempts to alleviate the growing ache in my lower back, Joseph was busily making preparations for this new gift we were about to receive.

The feeding trough in the center of the stable was overflowing with hay as Joseph freely robbed every creature of this vital necessity. “Well, I suppose this is all we can do.” “Can you think of anything else?” I could not answer let alone think at a time like this. As Joseph turned with the question still hanging from his lips, his eyes grew wide with the realization of this birth.

Suddenly, the glory of heaven ignited every crevice of that dingy brown barn as the darling of God breathed His first. The neighing horses, the bleating sheep all stood in perfect silence listening to their very Creator’s initial attempts at human breath. Joseph’s cheeks were flooded with tears as were mine.

I cradled my helpless babe next to my warm body, the ache of labor all but gone. Together, Joseph and I discovered this new little creature. I was investigating fingers, he was investigating toes. I chuckled at how his earlobes were the hangy down kind like Joseph’s. He grinned as he saw the likeness in our noses. The joy in that room was overflowing.

The reality of His holiness became increasingly apparent as unusual strangers found their way to our private dwelling of sorts. When most babies were receiving the necessities for everyday living ours was being showered with the royal gifts of frankincense and myrrh. Shepherds flocked to our sides kneeling down in humble adoration. The Bread of Life neatly wrapped in the feeding trough was already being served to those who were hungry for His Presence.

My heart burned with the question of “Why Here?” Surely, the son of God deserved a grander entrance complete with the finest of linens and adornments. All he had was a simple blanket with which to keep warm. As I studied the faces of the weary shepherds, it became clear.

He was not presented to the wealthy but to the willing. Gold trimmed palaces with private entrances could not contain Him. He was never meant to be closed in and barred off. His glory could only be revealed in the open spaces, even in the brown, miry shadows of a wooden stable. No wonder Joseph was given such clear instruction regarding His name.

He would not bear the identity of an ordinary man for He was God in the flesh. His name not only defined who He was, but the entirety of His mission. His title was potent yet humble. With shaking hands, my sweet husband lifted up our beloved and declared Him, Emmanuel, God with us.

The shouts of our small clan roared so loudly, it seemed the rafters were trembling. Our small celebration of the Divine was only a shadow of the throng of voices hailing Him day and night as He now rests upon a victor’s throne.

No longer shrouded in brown beginnings, His glory and triumph ring clear from age to age. He turned history on its ear as He led captivity captive and delivered us all from sin and death. Truly, He is Emmanuel, God with you and me.


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Sylvia Brown12/03/09
Marvelous!!
Mildred Sheldon12/04/09
MAGNIFICENT. This could be a childs story. It is so beautifully written whereas a child could truly grasp the simplicity of Christ's birth. Thank you for sharing. God bless.
Karen Pourbabaee 12/04/09
The first Christmas really was a "brown" Christmas...my favorite line was the Bread of Life being served to those hungry for His presence...thanks for skillfully recreating this majestic tale!
Dianne Janak12/08/09
Great writing to remind us of the beauty of brown.. good descriptions and character developments!
Sarah Elisabeth 12/08/09
Excellent! "Mary pondered these things in her heart." The second half of this piece felt like an expansion of that verse.

Great job!
Jim McWhinnie 12/08/09
Well-crafted re-telling and amplification of a story we probably know too well to appreciate its intimate wonder.

Well done.
c clemons12/09/09
The retelling of the birth of Jesus although scripturally inaccurate(but has told been this way for many years, the child was actually around 2 years when the gifts of myrrh and frankincense was brought by the wise men Matt 2:9-10)was at least interesting from Mary's point of view.