We simply don’t comprehend the mystery of how He, the God of the universe, became a zygote in Mary’s womb, and then spent the normal growing time tucked in a fetal position, organ systems developing, listening to her praying, singing, discussing. Oh, there was plenty to discuss. Being pregnant out of wedlock was a big stress back then. Then to become a new wife just added more stress. Learning to live as Joseph’s wife-yes, there must have been many discussions. Then, when the time came, she rode on a donkey for at least 80 miles, bouncing along the rocky road to Bethlehem. On their arrival they found no room in the inn. She was exhausted. What to do? The baby was coming. The animal stall it was, then.
Having babies is rarely easy. That’s why it is called labor. It’s hard work, and painful, too. But with the whole universe focused on this delivery, I like to think that there must have been specially trained angels in attendance. Perhaps they stepped in to assist. Pressing on the uterus here, guiding the baby’s head there, and regulating her output of oxytocin to strengthen the contractions. It is OK to wonder, isn’t it? By the time Joseph got back with the water, Mary and Jesus were both ready for a good cleanup. Washing with water, then a light rubdown with salt followed by a tight wrap in swaddling clothes and laying Him in the manger.
Meanwhile out in the pasture, shepherds tended their sheep under the stars. Suddenly the darkness was brighter than a thousand floodlights. An angel stood in front of them, the glory of the Lord was all around them. They were terrified. I would have been too. But listen. “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people” O angel, are you talking to me? Great joy to all people? Oh, I hear you. Then the light grows even brighter as the angelic choir sings. What a concert of good news.