What child is this? part seven
My eldest daughter was an innkeeper in the Christmas pageant this year. She did a fine job, letting in the first party of travelers and then waving off the late comers. She even looked a little surprised to see Mary and Joseph come along.
It was not a speaking part, none were. But if it had been, she’d have said ‘No. there’s no room at the inn.’
We usually let the innkeeper off the hook at this point in the story, but let’s back up.
Joseph and Mary are on the road due to a Roman census, everyone’s been sent back to their respective family home towns to be counted. So, this is Joseph’s home town.
Bethlehem is a smallish city. I’m not sure what passed for an ‘inn’ in Bethlehem 2000 years ago but we not talking about the Waldorf Astoria, were not even talking about a Motel 6.
If this is Joseph’s home place, the old stomping grounds, the place where he, his father, and father’s father were raised, why is he even looking for a room at the inn? What’s wrong with the couch at Aunt Ethel’s? Full? Why not the back room at Aunt Myrtle’s? Full too?
Everyone had to go home to be counted. It does not say ‘everyone had to go to Bethlehem to be counted’. It stands to reason that while Bethlehem would be getting travelling visitors, it would also have residents that had to go away to their own home places. Bethlehem, the city, should not have been full.
That Joseph took Mary to an inn in his hometown after the other travellers had spaces reserved, suggests to me that, perhaps, he took her to the old family homestead first. Perhaps, after a good deal of talk, maybe even a loud spat with namecalling, the head of the house sent them away.
Even if the family homestead was full, a loving and gracious host would roust someone out of bed to make room for the pregnant girl. You’d do it. Your second or third cousin shows up with his pregnant ‘betrothed’, you’re cramped for space but the girl really needs a spot to lie down, you figure it out, you find a way.
Now, for that inkeeper, maybe an innkeeper doesn’t have the right to kick another patron out of their room, but they could’ve offered their own personal quarters. An innkeeper could’ve asked the other patrons, the ones who were not in labor at that moment, if they would be willing to give up their space for a young woman laboring to give birth.
Maybe it wasn’t just the innkeeper who said ‘No.’ that night. Maybe there was room, somewhere in town and the ‘No.’ came from hardness of heart more than shortness of space.









