Pausing for just a moment on the busy
street corner, she thinks to herself, “How in the world did I get here? When did my life take such a drastic
turn? This is not at all how I imagined
things would turn out.” It is a busy
street corner in a bustling part of the city.
Most of the stores and businesses are preparing to close for the
evening, and the sidewalk is crowded with people rushing past on their way home
after a long day of work.
There is really nothing out of the
ordinary about the girl, nothing that would give people a reason to notice her. Just an average teenager standing on the
street corner. Plain face, simple
clothing, shoes somewhat worn and dirty.
Nothing unusual except, perhaps, the fact that she is very, very
pregnant.
A year ago, if anyone had asked her
what she envisioned for her future, her answer would have sounded just like
many other teens her age: get married
some day, live a peaceful quiet life with a nice man, have children. She had been raised in a fine, stable, very
religious family, and had always been content and compliant, never giving her
parents any trouble at all.
And yet here she stands, young and
unmarried, about to have a baby in an unfamiliar city surrounded by no one she knows. No family members, no doctor or hospital, not
even a warm bed somewhere. She actually has
no idea where she will be spending the night.
Standing next to her is a young man,
slightly older. He is not the baby’s
father. In fact, when he found out that
she was expecting a child, he was so angry and hurt and confused that he
actually considered killing her!
However, for the past 9 months he has remained faithful and supportive
of her, despite the shame and the embarrassment. He is a solid, dependable young man, who has always
worked hard at his construction job.
However, he now finds himself temporarily homeless, wondering what the
future holds for himself and the girl he loves.
As they continue wandering through
the streets, searching for a place to stay for the night, the buildings become
further and further apart. The sky
darkens, the sun disappearing over the horizon, and the evening becomes darker
and much colder. The distant lights of
the city provide little guidance for their steps.
“Oh!” she cries out suddenly! She stiffens and doubles over in surprise.
He stops and gently touches her
shoulder. “What’s wrong?” he asks,
concern in his voice. “Are you alright?”
She manages a weak smile. “Yes, it was just a sharp pain there for a
second. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
A few minutes later she is forced to
admit, “Okay, maybe it’s not nothing. I
think it may be time for the baby to come.
What are we going to do?”
“We’ll figure something out,” he
assures her, although his brave tone hides his rising fear.
He holds tightly to her arm, trying
to lead her and support her. “There,” he
points, “let’s stop there.” The place looks
abandoned and dilapidated. Once inside,
it takes a moment for their eyes to adjust to the dim light. It smells of mold and old urine, and they try
to ignore the sounds of bugs and rats scurrying about. It is thoroughly unsanitary and most likely
dangerous, the worst place imaginable to have a baby! But the young couple has no choice. They have nowhere else to go.
He eases her to the floor, and soon
afterwards, a new little life enters the world.
The young man is frightened, never having been in this situation before,
and not at all sure what to do to help. The
girl cries, tears of pain of course, but also tears of relief and loneliness
and fear and inadequacy. And tears of
joy. She sees him then. A boy.
A healthy, clenched-fisted, beautiful baby boy!
This is how his story begins. In deplorable, unthinkable
circumstances. Born to a pair of
teenagers, penniless and homeless, with no one to notice his arrival. No one to celebrate his birth.
And yet, inconceivably, this is the
story that God chose, that He wrote for His own Son! No great celebration or grand display. No
recognition. He didn’t even choose
important, famous, highly educated, wealthy people to be His parents. No, He chose a common girl to be His
mother. A humble young man to raise Him
as his own.
There was nothing special or
extraordinary about them. Nothing that
anyone would notice. Nothing unusual except,
perhaps, their willingness to surrender to God.
In faith, they overcame fears and doubts, set aside their own dreams for
the future, and even risked their reputations.
They completely trusted the One who called them to this unique,
magnificent task. Their simple faith
became obedience. And obedience always precedes the miracle.
Moses raised his staff high in
obedience, and then the miracle. The Red
Sea parted.
The blind man washed his eyes in
obedience, and then the miracle. He was
healed.
The young boy offered his meager
bread and fish in obedience, and then the miracle. 5,000 people were fed that day.
Mary and Joseph said “yes” in
obedience, and then the miracle. They
became the parents of a baby boy who forever changed the history of the world!
What is God asking us to do? Has He called us to play some small role in
His great plan? Are we willing to
surrender completely to the task to which He has called us? To relinquish plans and reputations and
comfort? To put aside our uncertainties
and insecurities? To offer our meager
talents and abilities? To simply say “yes”
to His call?
We may be ordinary. Simple and humble people whom the world would
not notice. But oh, that our hearts would
be filled with faith! Even a weak, imperfect
faith that could become obedience! And then
maybe, just maybe, we, too, will see the miracle.
What a privilege it would be for Him
to choose us, in some small way, for a special task. Perhaps a thankless, hidden, unnoticed task
that requires our complete trust and surrender and dependence on Him. Oh, what an honor to become a part of His
story!
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