My Mom had us kids write a story this past year
for Christmas on a theme that she gave us.
We had done this the year before
and had read them on Christmas Eve.
Unfortunately, I wasn't able to finish mine in time,
since we were so busy this year and started late,
and I have actually just finished putting on the final touches.
So....here it is! Hope you enjoy it!
“The Messiah Has Come!”
It all seemed to be another ordinary, tiring day.
But it didn’t stay that way.
My name’s Rebecca.
I’m 12, and the 3rd oldest in a family of 7 kids.
As I was saying, it seemed to be a pretty average day.
As always, I was working at the inn next door to our home
(When your parents have to feed 7 ravenously hungry kids,
not including themselves, money can get pretty scarce,
especially now that the Romans are imposing taxes on us all.
So my parents sent to work as many of their children as were old enough.)
For the past week, our little town of
has been extremely busy and crowded.
The inns have been affected the most.
It is all because of the census that the Romans are taking.
I hope that it will be over in a few weeks.
All the noise and chaos is driving my mistress crazy!
I have found myself becoming angry lately
…. angry at the Romans.
The old prophecies tell about a Savior
who will come one day and deliver us.
So far, he has not come.
I wonder when he will ever get here.
It will be a relief when he comes and sweeps
all these horrid Romans out of the land!
I am so tired of them!
So, let me tell you about the special-ness of this one day.
It had been the busiest day of all.
We were all very relieved when all the customers
demanding meals, rooms, and every other possible item
imaginable finally went to bed!
There were still many people wandering about the streets
looking for a place to spend the night,
but they stopped knocking on our door once my master,
Silas, stuck a sign declaring “no-vacancy” outside.
Later, as I was washing up the remaining dishes
before I would leave for the night,
the peacefulness of the mostly quiet inn
was broken by a donkey’s bawl outside,
and a loud knock on the door.
My mistress, Abigail,
rushed to the door and flung it open.
I came up behind her as she barked out impatiently
at the young couple outside,
“What do you want?!”
“We would like a room, please,” the young man stated quietly.
“A room??!!” Abigail fairly shouted.
She angrily gestured to the sign beside the door.
“Can you not read?! We have NO MORE ROOMS!!!!!”
She slammed the door on them as Silas strode up.
“Was that another couple desiring a room?” he asked.
“Yes. I told them that we had no more.” his wife replied.
He opened the door a crack and peeked out.
He saw the man leading his donkey away from the door
and back into the street.
He could see that the young woman on the donkey,
most likely the man’s wife, was pregnant.
He turned back inside.
“We have to find somewhere for them to stay,” he said.
“His wife is pregnant.”
“Silas?! What are you thinking?!” Abigail cried.
“Even if we wanted to, we have no decent place to give them!
All the rooms have been taken up!”
Until then I had just stood against the wall, listening.
Now, as I thought of an idea, I decided to speak up.
“Master,” I said quietly.
He looked down at me so I continued.
“Couldn’t we let them stay in the stable?”
Silas thought a moment,
before rushing off to get a lantern.
“Yes!” he shouted. “A magnificent idea!!”
Abigail hurried outside to catch the pair,
and I was left standing there.
I decided to get some blankets.
There were very few,
as most of them had been snatched up by the guests,
but I grabbed what I could and carried them out to the stable.
I found Abigail and Silas with the two strangers already there.
We made them as comfortable as we could,
but can you actually be comfortable in a stable?!
Silas asked their forgiveness many times
for putting them out in the stable,
but the couple was very grateful and thanked him
for at least sheltering them from the cold wind blowing outside.
An hour or so later,
the woman had her baby,
a boy, whom they named Jesus.
Not long after that,
a large group of shepherds appeared
muttering something about angels and heavenly singing.
“Jehovah, help us!” Abigail cried.
“Not more customers?!”
But the shepherds went straight to the stable.
Curious, I followed.
As I entered the stable,
a bright light over head caught my attention.
I looked up to see an extraordinarily radiant star up over the stable.
As I stared up in wonder,
I heard one of the shepherds say, “The Messiah has come.”
I crept into the stable and closer to the shepherds.
I heard them tell the couple,
whose names were Mary and Joseph,
about a strange encounter with millions of angels!
I sat in awe, drinking it all in.
This little baby was the MESSIAH!
He had finally come!
At last, the Romans would be driven out of the land,
and all of our problems would be taken care of!
But my mind went back to an earlier conversation
that I had with an uncle of mine.
He had met a bizarre, old woman outside of the temple
who had told him that the Messiah would not come to save us
from the Romans,
but to save us from our sin!
Could this really be?
Could just a normal little baby save the world from its sins?!
I had much to ponder on as I crawled in bed late that night.
Could this little baby really have come to save us from our sins?
~By Emily Miles~