Somewhere in the world a crèche is built, somewhere in the world a nativity scene is being played out. In Bethlehem people are afraid to visit for fear of the violence. There is a wall built for safety, to keep warring factions apart. In Syria someone is giving birth amid the ruins of war, the same is true in Mosul, the same in Libya. The inn is not simply full, it has been destroyed by bombs, its walls riddled with the spray of bullets. There are no lights other than the stars, the power went out long ago. The Ox and the Ass have been replaced by a few stray dogs. Somewhere in the world a crèche is built, somewhere in the world a nativity scene is being played out.
In the war torn mid-east certainly there is a child being born, and certainly there are at least a few people gathered around marveling at life’s joy amid all of the horror. Joy to the world a Child is born. How different reality is from marketing. Some gather around the Child with joy, and others view the same child with fear and contempt. It is of the wrong religion, from the wrong country, the wrong ethnicity and their forefathers bowed to the wrong King. Herod and the Christ Child, Syria today. Others though see something different, a joyous event amid an unpleasant backdrop. Joyous and lively souls, like those of the shepherds.
Somewhere in the world a crèche is built, somewhere in the world a nativity scene is being played out. Past, present, and future. Joy to the world, let the earth reveal its King. In the Advent of this Christmas, scenes similar to the Nativity’s have most certainly taken place. A joy in a warzone, a flight for safety, and comfort needed in uncertainty and conflict. Christmas is an emotional time. A joy amid uncertainty. Christmas today, in a land where Christ was born. Who will attend to those children’s needs? What are the parents emotions as they huddle in their crèche in the war zones of today? Silent night, holy night. Its the first new day.