It was a stable, not a mansion
It was a star, not a parade of dignitaries
It was quietude, not a party of notables
It was animals, not the masses
And yet,
It was safety
It was protection
It was a divinely provided sanctuary
It was exactitude
It was divine placement
It was Love’s gift to humanity
It was the coming of the Christ
It was the magnitude of divinity recognized
It inspires our story, also, if we live in stable
quietness, allowing the Christ-idea to
animate our thinking and actions
And that is bringing the Christmas story daily in consciousness
It is not allowing the noise in the inn,
the human story of mortality,
to dominate our thought
It is Christmas to be seen and felt
It is seeing our divine oneness dawning
It is staying out of the inn
and in the stable
—Melissa Baker
