I thought about the people who wait in long lines trying to get into a shelter to sleep during the cold winter nights, only to find out the beds are all taken, there is no room for them, they can’t come in.
I thought about so many of our social systems, how we say to so many people in one way or another: there is no room for you, how we say in one way or another: there is no room for you based on your skin color, or sexual orientation or your religion.
I thought about our daily lives, the daily hectic pace of things, all the events and the things come at us from all sides, how there is no room for rest, no room for contemplation, there is no room.
I thought about all these things...but I didn’t stop there. Because the text doesn’t stop there. It is true there was no room in the inn. But it is also true that God is born anyway.
There is no room in the inn. God comes anyway. There is something so powerful and assuring about that, that there may be no room, but that doesn’t stop God from being born; there may be no room but that doesn’t stop God from coming into the world.