tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042532043887666706.post4681431512393462675..comments2023-10-22T04:23:07.245-05:00Comments on Faith Creativity Life: The Innkeeper's WifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05883192683631964901noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042532043887666706.post-54735000187067894642010-12-23T12:33:52.174-06:002010-12-23T12:33:52.174-06:00I have heard that there wasn't even an Inn. Th...I have heard that there wasn't even an Inn. That the original language really would be translated to inner room, or guest room in someone's house. I always struggled with the idea that, here in the city of David, the city of their ancesters, there really was no relative to take in Mary and Joseph. I picture Harold, Joseph's fourth cousin twice removed, saying to his wife, "we already have 16 relatives laying all over the house, we can't take in anyone else." And his wife Esther says, "Put them downstairs with Bessie the cow and those stupid goats. At least they will have a warm place to lay down."<br />Then I take it even one step further and imagine some of those cranky distant female relatives being the first to see the newborn babe. They were just as much in awe of Him as the shepards who arrived later in the nightChris Loehmer Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16831717125652627898noreply@blogger.com