'You can have my room!'
by Hilary Ryan Fernando
Mother Teresa once said, "There is terrible physical suffering in
some countries, starvation and so on. But that is easier to deal with
than the feeling of rejection that the homeless feel. The hardest part
for those people is not the cold; it is the feeling of being unwanted
and unloved."
Consider for a moment how lonely Jesus would have felt when He was
rejected and despised by people. St. Luke wrote, "(She) laid Him in a
manger, because there was no room for them in the inn." Not only at His
birth, but throughout Jesus' earthly life, He was rejected.
I quote D. L. Moody: "His neighbours didn't want Him; those Nazarenes
didn't want Him; they would have taken Him to the brow of the hill and
dashed Him to the bottom; they would have torn Him limb from limb, if
they could. He went down into Capernaum; they didn't want Him there.
Jerusalem didn't want Him.
The present day
To me, one of the most touching verses in the Bible is St. John 7:53,
'Then each went to his own home. But Jesus went to the Mount of Olives.'
There was no home for Him in Jerusalem! I have often thought I would
like to have met Him upon that mount. He was on the mount alone.
He was looked upon as a blasphemer; some thought He was possessed of
devils; and so He was left alone. And perhaps it was on such a lonely
moment Jesus said, 'Foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have
nests; but the Son of man has nowhere to lay his head.' "
For four thousand years before Jesus was born, the world had been
looking for Him. Prophets had been prophesying, and the mothers of
Israel had been praying and hoping that they might be the mother of that
Child. And God tried to prepare man for this divine act, but alas, in
spite of all God's revelation, nobody was prepared to receive Him.
Had Jesus come with all the grandeur and glory of the upper world, He
might have been ushered into this world with ten thousand angels; yes,
legions upon legions of angels might have come to herald His advent. If
He had chosen to, He might have been born in a palace or a castle.
Someone has said, "The only person in history who was able to choose
where he was to be born, chose a manger."
Twenty centuries have sunk in the ocean of eternity and still there
is no room for Jesus in the hearts of men. Nations have become so
secularised, and so materialistic, that wherever you look there doesn't
seem to be room for Him. Consider how many people spend their money
during the Christmas season. Christ comes at Christmas to change all
that. Today, He does not seek an inn; He seeks room in our hearts and
lives. And He asks that as we welcome Him, we welcome everyone whom He
welcomes, including the neglected, defenseless and the forgotten. What a
different world we will be living in today, if we had room for Jesus!
The following story is adapted from Trouble at the Inn by Dina
Donahue in Treasured stories of Christmas: A Touching Collection of
Stories.
For many years now, whenever Christmas pageants are talked about in a
certain little town in the Midwest, someone is sure to mention the name
of Wallace Purling. Wally's performance in one annual production of the
nativity play has slipped onto the realm of legend. But the old-timers
who were in the audience that night never tire of recalling exactly what
happened.
Wally was nine that year and in the second grade, though he should
have been in the fourth. Most people in town knew that he had difficulty
in keeping up. He was big and clumsy, slow in movement and mind. Still,
his class, all of whom were smaller than he, had trouble hiding their
irritation when Wally would ask to play ball with them or any game, for
that matter, in which winning was important. Most often they'd find a
way to keep him out but Wally would hang around anyway not sulking, just
hoping.
He was always a helpful boy, a willing and smiling one, and the
natural protector of the underdog. Sometimes if the older boys chased
the younger ones away, it would always be Wally who'd say, "Can't they
stay? They're no bother."
Wally fancied the ideal of being a shepherd with a flute in the
Christmas pageant that year, but the play's director, Miss Lumbar,
assigned him to a more important role.
After all, she reasoned, the Innkeeper did not have too many lines
and Wally's size would make his refusal of lodging to Joseph more
forceful. And so it happened that the usual large, partisan audience
gathered for the town's yearly extravaganza.
No one on stage or off was more caught up on the magic of the night
than Wallace Purling.
He stood in the wings and watched the performance with such
fascination that from time to time Miss Lumbar had to make sure he
didn't wander on stage before his cue.
Then the time came when Joseph appeared, slowly, tenderly guiding
Mary to the door of the Inn. Joseph knocked hard on the wooden door of
the Inn. Wally the innkeeper was there, waiting. "What do you want?"
Wally said, swinging the door open with a brusque gesture.
"We seek lodging."
"Seek it elsewhere," Wally looked straight ahead but spoke
vigorously, "The Inn is filled."
"Sir, we have asked everywhere in vain. We have travelled far and are
very weary."
"There is no room in this Inn for you." Wally looked properly stern.
"Please, good Innkeeper, this is my wife, Mary. She is heavy with
child and needs a place to rest. Surely you must have some small corner
for her. She is so tired."
Now, for the first time, the Innkeeper relaxed his still stance and
looked down at Mary. With that, there was a long pause, long enough to
make the audience a bit tense with embarrassment.
"No! Be gone!" the prompter whispered from the wings.
"No!" Wally repeated automatically, "Be gone!" Joseph sadly placed
his arm around Mary and Mary laid her head upon her husband's shoulder
and the two of them started to move away.
Bring Mary back
The Innkeeper did not return inside his Inn, however. Wally stood
there in the doorway, watching the forlorn couple. His mouth was open,
his brow creased with concern, his eyes filling with tears. And suddenly
the Christmas pageant became different from all the others. "Don't go,
Joseph," Wally called out. "Bring Mary back." And Wallace Purling's face
grew into a bright smile. "You can have my room!"
Some people in town thought that the pageant had been ruined. Yet
there were others....many, many others...who considered it the best
Christmas pageant they had ever seen."
Wally Purling's impromptu performance that night epitomises Christmas
very well. Christmas is about God doing the unexpected. Christmas is
about God surprising us. Christmas is God coming to us in the flesh, as
a baby, through a virgin's womb.
Christ humbled Himself and was laid in a manger so that you and I
could one day live in mansions. He lived a short life of thirty three
years on earth, isolated and lonely, so that you and I some day will
live with Him forever.
Even today the world rejects Him. The only room we give our Saviour
is on a cross. Though each of us has been unfaithful and turned our back
to God, Jesus comes to us this Christmas and says, "You can have my
room!"
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