Thursday, December 16, 2010

A Texas Christmas

In searching for artwork for this post, I came across this striking picture from artist and fellow Texan Colby Jones. I hope you'll visit his website to enjoy the art he produces. And in this one, he's captured the spirit of the story I want to tell. Take off your spurs, put your feet up on the porch rail, and listen.

                A CHRISTMAS STORY

The young couple knew the long trip would be difficult, but it was the Depression, and although there was no work in the small Texas town where they had started their married life, the husband had heard of work in California. So they packed up their car, praying that it would hold up for the trip. The wife’s father slipped a couple of crumpled bills into her hand and said, “In case of emergency, Honey.” Her mother stood nearby, twisting her apron, obviously worrying about her daughter but just as obviously trying not to show it.

The couple used up the last of the daylight driving. They had reached deep West Texas when they realized it was time to stop for the night. “We can’t spare the money for a hotel,” the husband said. “I’m going to see if the folks at one of these farms will put us up for the night.”

They pushed on between pastures marked by sagging barbed wire, the road a winding black ribbon in the flickering yellow headlights. At last the driver spied a cluster of lights in the distance. “I’ll try there.”

The man who came to the door wore overalls and a gray, long-sleeved undershirt. He didn’t seem to take to the idea of this couple spending the night, but his wife came up behind him and said, “Oh, can’t you see she’s pregnant. The hands are out in the north pasture with the herd, and the bunkhouse is empty. Let them stay there.”

In the middle of the night, the young husband was awakened by his wife’s cries. “I’m in labor.”

“But, you’re not due until—“

“Just get help. Please.”

He did. In a few minutes, the rancher’s wife bustled in, laden with towels and blankets. “Just put that down,” she said to her husband, who trailed her carrying a bucket of hot water in one hand. “Then you two men get out.”

Soon, the men tired of waiting outside and the rancher grudgingly invited the stranger into the kitchen. They’d almost exhausted a pot of extra strong coffee when they heard a faint cry. Then, “You men can come back now.”

The two men were halfway to the bunkhouse, following the faint light of a kerosene lantern, when three weary cowboys rode up and climbed off their mounts. “We saw lights on here. What’s going on?”
   
“Come and see,” the young husband said. And they did.

When he saw the mother holding a wrinkled, fussing newborn close to her, the gruff old rancher turned to his wife and said, “Well, Mother, I’m glad you talked me into letting these folks stay.”

“We had to,” she said. “It was a wonderful gift for me, seeing that little baby born. Who knows? Maybe he’ll grow up to be someone special.”

Now imagine that the scene wasn’t West Texas, it was Bethlehem. It wasn’t a bunkhouse, it was a stable. Does that make it more real to you? I hope so.

During this season, as you think about Jesus’ birth, don’t put him in spotless white swaddling clothes in the middle of a Christmas card. Picture him in the most humble surroundings your imagination can conjure up, the Son of God in blue jeans, born to give each of us the best gift we could ever imagine.


7 comments:

Brock S. Henning said...

Richard, a wonderful story. Very relevant to the times (and I like your thought to consider it that way).

"...when three weary cowboys rode up and climbed off their mounts. 'We saw lights on here.'"

Nice touch. :)

Richard Mabry said...

Thanks, Brock. I wanted to make it easier for the reader to realize the circumstances and significance of Jesus' humble birth. No allegories, similes, or metaphors are ever complete, and neither is this. Just my simple effort to make it more real.

B said...

Well said and well written. This story will be in your upcoming Christmas anthology, I hope?

Richard Mabry said...

No anthology in the works, but thanks for thinking I might be capable of producing one.

Carol J. Garvin said...

A wonderful story, Richard, and one that brings the Bethlehem story to life. Thank you!

Richard Mabry said...

Thanks, Carol. Always appreciate your dropping by.

Richard Mabry said...

No anthology in the works, but thanks for thinking I might be capable of producing one.