By Rodolfo Dumapias
She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, …there was no room for them in the inn.
He was there. He witnessed it all—the sudden crying of the newborn, the cutting of the umbilical cord while blood stained the linen, and Joseph gently placing the baby on Mary’s arm as she rested with a smile though drenched in perspiration. He heard the sound of love in the young mother’s lullaby as she laid the infant on the manger while the father beamed with joy, the first song of Christmas.
Just a donkey. Though he was present at the birth of the Savior, Jesus Christ, no one sang lyrics about him. A dumb ass he remained, silent except for his bray which no one understood.
But Jesus knew every circumstance of all, even the forgotten. Knowing the purpose for the donkey’s life, He had the ass untied, released. And Jesus chose the donkey to ride on as He entered Jerusalem and began His journey to the cross and glorious resurrection (Matthew 21:2-10).
Christmas refreshes the gift of love Jesus Christ brought into the world that even the dumb, humble, unworthy, unloved, despised, broken, and sinful, He invites to His table of salvation.
Lord, touch the hearts of all this season, so paupers join the kings in the feast of forgiveness and redemption, and partake in the glory of God’s kingdom. Amen.