No Room



At that time, Augustus Caesar sent an order that all people in the countries under Roman rule must list their names in a register. This was the first registration; it was taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. And all went to their own towns to be registered.
So Joseph left Nazareth, a town in Galilee, and went to the town of Bethlehem in Judea, known as the town of David. Joseph went there because he was from the family of David. Joseph registered with Mary, to whom he was engaged and who was now pregnant.
While they were in Bethlehem, the time came for Mary to have the baby, and she gave birth to her first son. Because there were no rooms left in the inn, she wrapped the baby with pieces of cloth and laid him in a feeding trough. (‭Luke‬ ‭2‬:‭1-7‬ NCV)

The birth of Jesus is well documented. The story of the Savior's birth is well known by millions. Yet, too often, there is still no room for the Lord Jesus—no room where He wants to dwell.

Where does Jesus want to dwell? In our hearts—our inner, spiritual nature.

Most believers think this applies to unbelievers, but I wonder about those of us who claim to trust in Him as Savior?

In all our celebration of His birth, is there any room in our hearts for reflection and worship of Jesus, who was Lord at His birth?