What Child Is This

What more fitting a subject to post on this Christmas Eve then a newborn baby photo shoot.
 
 
As a lover of history I acknowledge that Jesus was not actually born in December.  No-one knows what time of year Jesus was born but there is proof which leads us to believe he was born in the Fall.  
The census that required Joseph to travel from Galilee to Bethlehem would most probably have taken place after the fall harvest when people were more able to return to their ancestral homes. It was customary in Judea to do their tax collecting during this period, as the bulk of a farmer’s income came at this time.  Shepard’s were still in the fields with their flocks. Jesus’ birth could not have occurred during the cold weather months of winter. Sheep were normally brought into centrally located pens or corrals as the weather turned colder and the rainy season began, especially at night.

 
So if Christ was born in the Fall, why do we use December 25th as the celebration date of his birth? When the emperor Constantine granted the toleration of Christianity, in Rome he wanted a celebration that coincided with his own favorite festival – that of the Sun God. The first recorded date of Christmas being celebrated on December 25th was in 336AD, during the time of Constantine (he was the first Christian Roman Emperor). A few years later, Pope Julius I officially declared that the birth of Jesus would be celebrated on the 25th December.
Regardless of the actual date of Christ’s birth, my heart swells with love and celebration at this time of year.  I find  the scriptures about Christ’s birth to filled with messages of hope, love and peace.  When I hear the noise around of me saying what should or should not be celebrated, song or decorated at this time of the year, I soften my heart and turn to the message of the Gospels. 
Now that I am a mother, I am in greater ahhhhhhh of Mary’s journey. I am humbled, in my selfish nature of wanting more and more, when Christ was born in such shabby circumstances. I want the newest and best stuff for my babies, when all Jesus had a rough cloth as his first blanket. 
I  forget as a Christian we are called to live a humble, modest life. I get caught up in wanting to keep up with “the Jones”.   As much as I love surfing the net and Pintrest, I find it distracts my mind from the important things.  The more I look, the more I want!  The more I look, the more jealous I get of what I don’t have.  The more I look, the more I lose track of the greater good I should be doing.
So on this Christmas Eve, I will sit with the beauty of the gospels as they recount the birth of Christ.
 
 
In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world.  (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.)  And everyone went to their own town to register.
 So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David.  He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child.  While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born,  and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night.  An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified.  But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people.  Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
 “Glory to God in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”
So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them.  But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
 
After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, “Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star in the east and have come to worship him.”

When King Herod heard this he was disturbed, and all Jerusalem with him. When he had called together all the people’s chief priests and teachers of the law, he asked them where the Christ was to be born. “In Bethlehem in Judea,” they replied, “for this is what the prophet has written:
” ‘But you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah,
are by no means least among the rulers of Judah;
for out of you will come a ruler
who will be the shepherd of my people Israel.’ “
Then Herod called the Magi secretly and found out from them the exact time the star had appeared. He sent them to Bethlehem and said, “Go and make a careful search for the child. As soon as you find him, report to me, so that I too may go and worship him.”

After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen in the east went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh. And having been warned in a dream not to go back to Herod, they returned to their country by another route.
And Mary said:
“My soul glorifies the Lord
and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for he has been mindful
of the humble state of his servant.
From now on all generations will call me blessed,
for the Mighty One has done great things for me—
holy is his name.
His mercy extends to those who fear him,
from generation to generation.
He has performed mighty deeds with his arm;
he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.
He has brought down rulers from their thrones
but has lifted up the humble.
He has filled the hungry with good things
but has sent the rich away empty.
He has helped his servant Israel,
remembering to be merciful
to Abraham and his descendants forever,
even as he said to our fathers.”
 
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