Opening something pink or blue in front of friends and family has become a new reason to celebrate. I believe they are called revealing parties. Excited expectant parents share the good news of whether they are having a boy or a girl.
As I approach Christmas, I remember 23 years ago when we were expecting our first child. My doctor didn't routinely do ultrasounds. In fact, believe it or not, he didn't even have an ultrasound machine in his office. So all through my pregnancy it was anybodies guess as to what I was having, but deep down I knew he was a boy.
Hundreds of years earlier when women didn't even go to the doctor for monthly examinations, God held his own revealing party. God sent his messenger down to let a young lady know she was going to have a son. Not just any son, but the son of God.
People had been waiting hundreds of years for this promised child to be born. They knew He was coming they just didn't know when. God had it timed out into His perfect plan.
Mary did indeed give birth to a son. Sure it wasn't in the cleanest of places and she didn't have a doctor around, but somehow she and Joseph managed to bring our Savior into the world. She didn't have the luxury of resting in a hospital, she didn't even get much time to recover. Soon shepherds were visiting her and this precious baby.
In a couple days we will get to celebrate the birth of our Savior. Some of us will spend time with family, some with friends, and a few of us may even celebrate in the hospital. No matter who we're with, I hope that we take the time to remember the real reason for the day.
Merry Christmas!
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