In those days a decree went out from Emperor Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration and was taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. All went to their own towns to be registered. Joseph also went from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to the city of David called Bethlehem, because he was descended from the house and family of David. He went to be registered with Mary, to whom he was engaged and who was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for her to deliver her child. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.
Seeking Shelter by Beata
Traveling many miles. Joseph – steadfast, patriot. Mary – pregnant, so very pregnant. What do the miles matter? The baby moves with each bumpy step of the donkey.
I try to envision the traditional images of a serene Mary traveling with Joseph walking beside her. Instead, I see groups of tired, hopeful, some angry people – walking, walking, walking; pregnant mothers, men, women, parents, and little children running alongside who are laughing, playing, tiring, and wanting to be carried. However, their parents’ arms are full of meager belongings – you don’t bring a lot when you are fleeing. Will they find a safe place? Will their babies be born in a place of hope and safety? Or, like Mary and Joseph, will they be turned away?
Oh God in heaven, blessed be your name above all names. As you watched over Mary, as you brought Jesus into the world to bring hope and love, please be with the immigrants, the refugees, the asylum seekers. Bring them to a safe place, give them love, give them hope. Amen