I’ve been thinking a lot about the innkeeper lately. You know, the one that supposedly turned Joseph and Mary away? I was just listening to some Christmas music and in the course of about an hour’s time, I heard the innkeeper mentioned at least three times.
Every time he was painted in a negative light.
I am not so convinced he turned them away.
I think it is entirely possible he was the one who offered for them to stay in his barn. For it says:
“…and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because their with no room for them in the inn.” -Luke 2:7
I don’t know that the stable (or “grotto” as it is referred to in Italian) was a last resort but perhaps it was a thoughtful alternative to delivering in an over-crowded inn.
If I were a young, teenage girl, about to give birth to my first child, I would want my privacy rather than give birth in a room packed with perfect strangers.
How about you?
I think the stable may have been a great gift. Minus the smell and maybe some animal’s making some noises in the background, it seems to me it would have been just the right place for Mary to have some privacy along with some relative peace while she recovered rather than being in a crowded room in the inn.
While this musing may be pretty inconsequential, it has me wondering: what other things, both in Scripture and in life, have I let others interpret for me when perhaps, what I’ve believed all these years, may not have been just as I’ve pictured it to be?