My Lord was born in a manger.
From a human perspective, there is nothing glorious about such a birth. It took divine humility and infinite love for that to happen.
His birth in my life was the same. When the Lord’s life entered into my heart, my heart was no cleaner than a manger. I was saved and made joyful, just as the shepherds who witnessed the birth of Jesus were, but had no idea what the Lord continued to suffer for me, and more importantly because of me.
Since I saw that, I have often asked myself: “Has my heart become a more livable place for the Lord this year?” I know He lives in me all the time, but is He at home with me?