Freedom takes a long time to bake, doesn’t it? And its smell fills our homes like a slow-roasted turkey or ham.
But it starts out raw. Yes, even like a carcass.
For centuries, God’s people had been starving in a desert of their own making. They hungered for liberation. They craved a table set for a king.
But once He arrived in Bethlehem, the meal didn’t look too much like a feast. In fact, He seemed to embrace the confinement of a wooden trough, a place setting for an animal. Not for royalty.