Bethlehem Wasn't Insignificant

                                                                                                                                                 

“But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah,

Though you are little among the thousands of Judah,

Yet out of you shall come forth to Me

The One to be Ruler in Israel,

Whose goings forth are from of old,

From everlasting.” Micah 5:2 (NKJV)

Where do you think that a king should be born?

In a fine golden palace on a warm summer morn,

with servants there hurrying and royalty worrying

and the citizens waiting to hear of his birth?

Or 

Where do you think that God’s Son would be born?

In the home of the lightning, the lair of the storm?

Would God’s thunder and glory shout from the mountains?

Would the four winds proclaim the good news to the earth?

But that wasn’t God’s plan.  

Because we are His children, each one of us, not just the mighty, the rich, and the royal.  We are His children, the lowly, the poor, the old and the unborn. 

God’s Son was born in Bethlehem – a little town.  He was born far from home.  He was born in a dirty stable.  It was promised.  It was planned.

Why was that the plan?

 I believe God wanted us to know that our hometowns are never too remote, our homes are never too small.  The money in our bank accounts or the reflection in our mirror, will never have any bearing on two facts. 

We are children of The King.  And He loves us so much that He would give His life to save us, and He did.

Bethlehem seemed insignificant, but it wasn’t.  We may feel insignificant, but we aren’t.

It was promised.  Jesus, our savior was promised.  Eternal life is promised for those who believe. 

And for sure, God keeps His promises