When Christ was born, there was no room at the inn, no interest by the religious leaders; the world took no notice.

Maybe you would be different – since you are just a regular person. Could be, yet consider this: in Christ’s day, inns were not the stopping places of the rich or noble. The rich stayed with their friends. Inns were the stopping places of the common folks, who had nowhere else to go, and it was precisely the inn that had no place for Jesus.

We sometimes try to convince ourselves that common people are more charitable or sympathetic than the rich or the powerful. We speculate ‘everyday people’ are more responsive to the claims of religion and the needs of people. But that is not so.

Rather, the Bible teaches all of us, even common folk… in Isaiah 53:6:  “All of us like sheep have gone astray, Each of us has turned to his own way; But the Lord has caused the iniquity of us all To fall on Him.”

Let’s be fair. It is easy to understand why the common folk who filled the inn that first Christmas did not receive Christ.

For one thing, others had simply come first. The inn was full, and why should one [who had possessed the wisdom to arrive early], make way for those who came late, regardless of how pressing the need was?

For another thing, there was no obvious difference. True, the woman was with child. But so were thousands of other women.

Perhaps if they had possessed money, they might have been welcomed. But they did not. They were poor. So there was literally no incentive to show concern or attention, so Christ was ‘crowded’ out.

But could this be a description of your life? If you are honest, you will admit that every chamber of your soul is so filled with human interests, there is little room for Christ. And at times, have you discovered that there is little vital interest in Him?

There is little time for Him. And this is true simply because our time is demanded by a thousand other things.

Our interest is drawn off in a thousand other directions, and our life is full with possessions, pleasures and people… events, entertainment, movies, sports, parties…until…

until…strange, though it seems, there is no room for the Savior in our lives either – except in a very small stable in our soul.

I wonder if Christ is relegated to a stall of your heart or sitting on the throne of your heart. Is Christ centered on Sunday only or central every day, in everything?