The Manger —(Mary Werness)

The Manger —(Mary Werness)

December 9th–The Manger


39 In those days Mary set out and went with haste to a Judean town in the hill country, 40 where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. 41 When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leaped in her womb. (Lk. 1:39-41a)

Reflection (Mary Werness):

My name is Manger. I am only mentioned in the book of Luke twice– which is pretty good for a thrown together wooden box. Usually, I am filled with food– my legs make me tall so the animals don’t have to bend down as far to eat. And my name comes from the Latin word munducare, which means “to eat.”

It was a cold, dark night, and with all the animals asleep my work was done. Suddenly, I was awakened by a noise. A man and woman had come into the stable, and started making a bed for themselves! All of a sudden, a baby was born, and they filled me with hay! The newborn babe was laid on the hay I was holding, and I became his bed. I felt a sense of importance, to be given the job of holding a child (little did I know that I would become famous!). There were people who traveled a very long way, led by a guiding light, to see this baby. Only later would I come to find out that this baby was the light of the world, and his name is Jesus. 

And this is the irony: I offered nourishment to the newborn babe; and he would give nourishment to all the people, and be a light to all of the world. And it is a light that makes me proud, because it came from a little wooden box.


What is important for you to do, to help bring forth the light of the world?


God of lowly beginnings, meet us in the night, when we feel used and are barely holding ourselves together, and fill us with warmth, softness, and rest. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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