A Baby Shower for Jesus
- Deborah Wuehler Staff Writer, The Old Schoolhouse Magazine
- 2003 11 Dec
…Then I wondered what His baby shower was like. Did He only invite royalty?
I came home from a baby shower a few days ago very discontent. I moped the whole day and the next. What was it that caused my disgruntlement? I felt it the moment I drove up to the mansion, and even more so when the door was answered by a bubbly blonde only too anxious to let me in to see her castle. She showed me where to put my things – I looked at the pile of black leather jackets with matching black purses. I dropped my bright burgundy diaper bag among them and somehow felt as out of place as that old bag. The only thing that kept me from running home was my neighbor friend whom we were honoring. The ladies all joked and giggled and oooohed and aahhed at just the right times as they talked about baby names and appetizer recipes. It was the "perfect" baby shower. The feeling of discontent really settled in as I arrived home where my six year old greeted me outside in a dirty T-shirt, shorts and bare-feet on the coldest day of the year, and the garage door wide open for the world to see that we obviously could not fit a car in among all that junk. I looked behind me to see an entourage of cars coming from the shower to my neighbor's house; I quickly proceeded into my home to hide.
Inside, I couldn't see the counters for the ants, or the couch for the laundry, or anything else for the tears. Why can't my house be like theirs? Why can't I be like them? The fact that none of them were homeschoolers or had more than 3 children was small consolation. I didn’t like not fitting in – again. I went and sat on my bed with husband and children in tow. My husband reminded me of all I had to be thankful for and reminded me of our persecuted brothers and sisters in other countries some of whom have no more than a shack. Even so, my mind still went over all the old things I'd like to replace. Would I be content then? Probably not. Whenever our contentment comes from things – we will never have enough things or contentment. Only in Jesus and from Jesus comes true contentment. Hebrews 13:1 says, "Be content with such things as you have, for I have said, I will never leave you nor forsake you." The persecuted and the martyrs were not forsaken – they had nothing of this earth, but everything of heaven. I may not have much of this earth, but I have more than most, and I have Jesus – He is The Everything of heaven.
Then I wondered what His baby shower was like. Did He only invite royalty? No, he invited shepherds - one of the lowest occupations of the times. Not only were they invited, but their invitation was given by an angel from heaven. Myriads of angels performed a worship musical they never forgot. Even in that, they were only shown a little bit of heaven which led them to The Everything of heaven – baby Jesus. He was wrapped in cloths, not Nordstrom. He was lying in a feeding trough, not a Jenny Lind. He wasn’t a little rich boy – he was a poor man’s son. No leather jackets or purses there. He had nothing of this earth, but everything of heaven. And, He made the shepherds feel right at home.
Deborah Wuehler is the Senior Editor for TOS, editor of the Schoolhouse Support E-Newsletter, wife to Richard, and mom to eight gifts from heaven. She loves digging for buried treasure in the Word, reading, writing, homeschooling, and dark chocolate!