Pt 2: Twelve Days of Christmas

I like small towns; they can be charming, friendly, and quaint.

Living In Small Towns

Living in a small town can be a blessing. At least they have for me. But as a rule, they have little in the way of great importance. Sorry, but getting a single blinking light in the middle of town doesn’t qualify for change of status.

An Exception?

The exception is when someone from a small town becomes famous. Maybe an athlete, a movie star, a rock star, or even President. Then everyone knows the small town because they know the celebrity.

Guess Who Came From A Small Town?

Jesus lived in a small town. When his family came back from Egypt, they returned to Nazareth; Mary and Joseph’s home town. The village was agricultural, had little economic strength, and never exceeded 500 in population. It wasn’t an important town.

In fact, when Nathanael heard that Jesus was from Nazareth he asked, “Nazareth! Can anything good come from there?”

Humble Beginnings

Think about Jesus and his humble beginnings. Nazareth wasn’t famous. There were no academic institutions, no financial empires, it couldn’t boast of world class research or medical facilities. There wasn’t a respected seminary. It never made the list for the best small towns in Palestine.

Jesus saved the world, but the world knew nothing of Nazareth.

Maybe Jerusalem?

Wouldn’t Jerusalem have been a better choice? It had the temple and the feasts. It was home to the Sanhedrin, the Sadducees, and the Priesthood. It was the city of Prophets and Kings. It makes sense that he would be raised there. But no, our Messiah was a small town boy.

Perhaps he stayed out of the light until he was ready to be the light.

Nazareth? It wasn’t anything special. There wasn’t anything special about my home town either. Christmas isn’t celebrated because Nazareth was special. 

In Closing

On a cold, starlit night, the Son of God was born.

He didn’t even get to be born in his small, unimportant home town.

TheNativity (600 x 300)

Jesus was born for all the people from all the unimportant places. He was born for me. 

Merry Christmas

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