But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.
The birth of Jesus the promised Messiah.
Perilous travels and a stable for a birthplace.
There are some details of Jesus’ birth that the Bible doesn’t state blatantly, but I think it’s safe to speculate that it would have been a source of great confusion, wondering and doubt for Mary. The census which obliged her and Joseph to travel probably vied for their attention. Even so, I wouldn’t be surprised if most of the time, even that concern was obscured by the fact that Mary – a virgin of low social standing – was about to give birth to the Christ.
Perhaps she was even troubled.
You and I are two thousand years removed from the event – not to mention the cultural differences and the irrelevant traditions that now intermingle with the true account of Jesus’ birth. As a sweeping generalization, I think most of the time, we hear of Jesus’ birth with dull ears, no longer moved by it.
As the 25th of December draws near, may the Lord give us grace to treasure up in our hearts the reality and immeasurable significance of Jesus’ birth, and to ponder them in our hearts during the quiet moments.
Perhaps this is where God would like to meet us most.