Others are skeptical of The Church of the Nativity because they doubt the preservation of history. Without maps, how could we possibly know where Jesus was born? Consider this: If Donald Trump visited a restaurant in Gillette, Wyoming (where he is very popular), that restaurant would put a sign up and brag to the world, “Donald Trump ate here.” This is actually how we know where Jesus did a lot of what He did. Generation after generation told their kids, “This is where Jesus ____.” Fill in the blank.
If the promised Messiah was born in your home, you would likely brag about it often. You might even build a tourist attraction, or at least a gift shop.
Last year, it was early release day at my son Lincoln’s school, and Lincoln’s terrible parents didn’t realize it. So, he had to sit out in the snow and wait for us to pick him up. Eventually a teacher walked up to Lincoln and asked, “Did your parents forget you?” He said, “Yeah.” She asked, “What’s your name, I’ll go call them.” Lincoln said, “You know who I am.” “No, I don’t. What’s your name?” “You know my name…I’m famous…” He got his ego from his mom.
The title “Messiah” or “Christ” would have made Jesus famous in ancient Israel.
This is one reason that Darci and I have chosen not to tell our kids that Santa Claus (as described in the modern-day fairytales) or any other fictional character is real. We want our children to know that if we tell them something, it is the truth. If we tell them Santa is real then they find out that he isn’t, will they assume that we also lied about Jesus? In a world where so many young people are leaving the Christian faith, I’m not willing to take the risk. We do tell our children the story of Saint Nicholas who was a devout Christian who gave generously to those in need.
The true story of Jesus’ birth is the story of a baby who was laid in a manger because His father’s relatives failed to prepare room for His family. God’s Son deserved to be born in a castle, but his beginning was humble.