Oluwatosin Oyeniyi urges us to begin with James 1.27 this Christmas
Christmas can evoke all that feels warm, safe and secure.
But on that first Christmas, a young teenager, perhaps with her waters already broken, wandered from inn to inn hoping and praying for somewhere to give birth. The other sojourners who had complied with Caesar Augustus and his census were settled in their beds and, like on the London Underground on a Monday morning, no one was willing to give up their place. The stable offered Mary and Joseph privacy and space, but not other people to share in their plight.
