As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. Luke 1:44 NIV
You won’t be in a group of women for very long before the baby stories begin. It’s what unites so many women. It’s what perpetuates mankind.
Stories of cars that don’t make it to the hospital, babies born in elevators, and “Surprise! It’s twins!” Stories of hurricane power outages, friends delivering the precious package, and fainting fathers.
But not every woman has those stories.
Some women are childless. Some women lose their children. Some stories are sad, painful, heartbreaking.
When you hear “The Christmas Story,” you are listening to Luke’s gospel. Did you ever wonder why Luke has more detail around the birth of Jesus than any of the other gospels?
That’s right. Mary.
As much as he could, Luke went to the sources for his stories. One of his main sources was Mary, the mother of Jesus.
And what do mothers love to tell?
Birthday stories. Exciting things about their kids. What people said about their child. Predictions about their special one. And that time he got lost and she was so nervous and upset, but he was riding the escalator oblivious to all the panic . . .
But Luke tells other stories, too.
Stories of childless women, crippled women, poor women. He tells about foreigners healed by Jesus, rich men who don’t make it to heaven, and poor men who are welcomed by the king. He tells about common folk called to be the companions of Christ.
Luke wants to let everyone know that this Light from Heaven, this Suffering Servant, this King of Kings, is the Savior of All.
You don’t have to have the perfect story. You don’t have to have the perfect kids, the perfect home, the perfect job.
In fact, you don’t have to be perfect.
Because he was perfect for you.