Bethlehem

Bethlehem The tiny town was busy, as it was that time of year... the census, the government of Rome. Reaching into the lives of the people, ruled by force and dread, to pull out all that they needed, when and as directed by the powers, in charge... on this earth. Hushed tones of celebration, gathering momentum from the start. The first and most important drop, telling of the rain to come, to feed the crops, and heal the land, to bless the people, those that stand. The coming of the time... of teaching, preaching, healing, and casting out, the very sin of evil, itself. Born to die on a cross, not on a hill, but a hillock. Crucifixion not uncommon at all, the current and ready form of hate, for all those unwilling, unable, or by accident of offensive... to someone, somewhere, that cared more about, their pride, their honor and their appearance, then the message of the Savior born. To die a death, no one can fathom, as we cry over nothing, and are shamed by little. Sinners all, of non repentance. Sinners still in an effort to be more, even saved... He gave a measure to be paid, for things He never did, never thought, never would. Spears and spit, blood and broken bones, the liquid of life, drained upon the ground. Wasted, for those that had no idea their chance was given. Yet in His very death, the promise of forever. Risen!