Sermons (Page 69)

A few days after the year’s longest night, we gather here. We sing. We read. We light candles. And, we do it every year. Even with the familiar story, something different always grabs my attention. This year, it is the phrase, “there was no place for them in the inn.” Now, if you talked to a room of Lukean scholars (yes, there is such a thing), you’d probably get at least two interpretations of the word “inn.” Some say that the word “inn” means public accommodations, like a 21st century hotel, while others say it means a relative’s guest room. Now, here’s the rub, either way–whether they’re at a relative’s home or at a public inn–who would let this pre-teen give birth like that…