Welcome to 2025! Through the years, I've joined a group of people who have chosen to trade in the traditional New Year's resolutions. Instead, the idea is to choose one word that will stand as your theme for the year. It's what started this blog in 2012, and though I haven't chosen a word every year, it has been a steady feature most years since then. Some years, I've struggled to find a word up until January 1st. There have even been years that I've chosen a word, then started writing a post and found that a different word is stuck in my head and had to change everything. This year, though, one word has stood out for almost a month: STEWARDSHIP I can't say that it's the prettiest word...it's not like "believe" of "faithful" or "trust" or "follow" that lend themselves to flowy calligraphy. Instead, it seems business-like in my mind. I've got to admit, it isn't necessarily a word I'm super excited...
There was no better place. The city of Bethlehem was crowded, every makeshift inn filled. I'm sure Joseph was beside himself with worry--his young wife in labor, both of them scared, far from Mary's mother who would have been the one to walk her daughter through the birth of her first child. Mary had likely been having contractions for many hours of their journey. Then, as the icing on the cake, the only place available for his young bride was a stable. Can you imagine what it would have been like, trying to make a place in the barn for the birth of a baby? I wonder if Mary and Joseph thought they had gotten something wrong. They hadn't misunderstood Gabriel, had they? Surely a barn was to wrong place for the Son of God to be born. I wonder if they thought they had failed Him that night. Those thoughts couldn't have stayed around for too long, though. They would have soon been replaced with the issue at hand--Joseph kneeling beside his young wife, watching her go throug...