Here indeed is something of great beauty, peace, and joy, worthy of every second spent on it by Handel, da Vinci, Bach, and countless artists throughout two thousand years.
And yet all of the beauty and majesty, the wonder of the season, can cause us to forget what’s right there in front of our eyes. Joseph and Mary, after all, are nobodies. ...There is every reason to imagine the holy family that night in Bethlehem exhausted, frightened, ashamed, living on the edge in a smelly, dirty barn with no idea if they would all make it through the night, and what would become of them if they did. But this baby was coming—and there in the barn the birth pangs began, ready or not.