‘The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes, but little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes.’ author unknown.
The Baby has been born, the mother is exhausted from the journey and birth. The shepherds, whose visit was so unexpected have returned to the fields .The landlady, having done what she could to help, has returned to her other guests and bed. Joseph beyond tiredness with worry and amazement has sunk into deep slumber. Then it started.
The noisy cattle are making a racket and at first we hear just a whimper, then full-blown yelling. Maybe the straw was irritating the baby’s tender skin, maybe He was just being a baby. Sleep for Mary and Joseph was now impossible. I know the hymn says ‘the little Lord Jesus no crying He makes, but He was 100% human and human babies cry. He would grow up to graze His knees, play boisterous games with His friends and eventually be crucified.
We can sentimentalise the Christmas story but the stable was noisy, smelly and overcrowded with no room for visiting humans. The Son of God came down to our broken, weary world to eventually make it clean and holy because of His love for us.
We can only repeat the last verse of this carol,
‘Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask You to stay,
close by me for ever and love me, I pray.’
