Growing up, I assumed that Jesus being born humble and everybody but the wicked city dwellers and innkeepers being joyful about it was pretty much all we were supposed to get from the Nativity story. However, after reading the following lines from the song sung by pilgrims at Las Posadas celebrations, I realize there is a layer of meaning to the story that I have missed.
My wife is Mary.
She’s the Heavenly Queen
and she’ll be the mother
of the divine word.
So it was not only the Christ child that was born that night of a humble birth, but also the very Word of God—that which facilitates the soul’s progression and helps close the gap between human and divine. Think of how the arc and meaning of the story would shift were the Son/Word of God born in a plush suite, in a comfy bed, room service on the way, with the sounds of the couple in the next room noisily squabbling—or loving—coming in stereo through the wall. In a situation like that, how could God get a Word in edgewise, let alone The Word?
Whether the “Jesus” part of the Nativity appeals to you or not, the progression of the story—how the word of divine truth must be born in humility, after a long, laboring journey, and much rejection—is relevant for everyone. When the time comes for your soul, which is sovereign over your own personal heaven or hell, to bear to you the words of your inner truth, you are as Mary was or even as the small child who leads the Las Posadas procession, carrying a tiny light in a delicate paper lantern.
Tend to your light as you would a newborn infant and like the child pilgrim you will have cause for joyous celebration.