In the beginning, there was a stable, a small stable with a palm tree in front that sat behind an inn on the edge of a town called Bethlehem. Bethlehem was a tiny town on the way to the big city of Jerusalem. Bethlehem had been the home of Israel’s mighty King David, but not many people came to visit it in these days. They passed Bethlehem by on the way to Jerusalem where they were going to see the beautiful temple and pray to God in its courts.
Bethlehem’s days of glory were past. But the stable waited.