Was God Cold?

Sometimes I wonder...

Was God cold in that stable in Bethlehem?

I can relate to being cold because, as a young child, sometimes I was cold.

Sometimes in the dead of winter when we ran out of heating oil and when my dad's back was hurting too bad to chop wood, there was no heat in our home.

My dad went to work and my older brother went to school and my mom and I were cold.

I stayed in bed all day to keep warm. And even though you get pretty warm in bed with a blanket under you and a blanket over you and oodles of quilts piled on, it can get pretty boring pretty quick.

I dozed off a lot and fantasized about living in the city where houses had floor furnaces and everybody stayed toasty warm.

As a child, my great ambition was to some day become wealthy and have a home with running water and a floor furnace.

God blessed me. As an adult, I have never been cold.

I wonder if God was cold in that barn. Barns are terribly cold.

God must have seriously wanted to relate to poor folks to come to earth as a baby in a barn.

What an awesome God!