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Labor of Christ in the Birth of Christ - Looking to the Harvest
It's Christmas season. Nativity scenes have begun popping up in our homes, churches, and stores. They’re usually the same—an angelic scene of a peaceful Mary holding her baby. That depiction is so common that it likely affects our own views of that first Christmas night. How perfect and calm it seems . . . Together we sing, “Silent night, holy night / All is calm / All is bright”—but I'm not so sure I buy silent. With a history of difficult labors turned C-sections quite literally under my belt, a silent birth seems like an enigma. After my labor experiences, the movie-perfect hospital scenes I grew up watching were replaced by pitiful screams and a bloody mess. It’s been five years since my last labor, but I can still feel the sharp hits of pain in that hospital room. I can hear my pleading cries, feel my wet tears, and I can vividly hear my whispers to my husband: “I'm just ready to meet him . . .”