Modern Day Bethlehem

This year, in an effort to lean in to the call of the Advent season, to really prepare my heart for the coming of the Lord, I am taking a blogging break. I hope you enjoy my reflections from last year.

I don’t know a lot about Bethlehem. I know what I picture in my head when I sing those pretty songs. I know what the Christmas cards look like. In another corner of my brain I have what I have heard from various Christmas Eve services and advent devotionals. Bethlehem was a dirty town notorious for crime and poverty. It was not the place to birth the baby, not the place we would expect to see a Christ child. But there he was, in the middle of a place no one would expect to see him.


In terms of Atlanta, Bethlehem was likely more Bankhead than Buckhead. Yet that is the neighborhood I most want to avoid, especially at night. Part of this is for my safety, but part of it is because I just don’t want to deal. Selfishly I don’t want to deal with the chaos, the risk, the pain of the situation. I need to be reminded that Bethlehem is where the Christ child chose to show up.

I’ve got some Bethlehem’s in my own life, my own heart. I don’t want to deal with the chaos and pain in some relationships or situations…so I ignore them. I don’t want to deal with the hurt I feel from those places, so I don’t go there. It is fine. Everything is fine.

But I wonder if I am missing the Christ child, just like so many people did who were not going to go to Bethlehem, because they did not want to deal with all of that. I wonder if that isn’t still where the Christ child is….right in the middle of my own personal Bethlehem.


I know that is where I have always found him before.

2 thoughts on “Modern Day Bethlehem

  1. I have to fight against the urge to judge by appearance; by social standing; by neighborhood and not put a value on someone based on those things for that is not who they are. I have to fight not to walk away from something that makes me uncomfortable because it is different and not how I would do something. I need to value people and their stories because God made them. I need to not lay my prejudices upon them and paint them with my out of focus glasses. Instead I need to let them have an open canvas upon which I let them write and me respond.

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