Tis the season for the Christmas story to be at the forefront of people’s lives. And in the forefront of that story is the little town of Nazareth. Gabriel was sent there to tell Mary that she was the one whom God had called to bear and give birth to His Son, Jesus.
Nazareth…a very small dusty town. Pretty much a place one would pass by rather than linger there for any reason other than to perhaps get a drink of water. Larger, more exciting towns were nearby.
Years later, when Jesus was calling His disciples, Philip went to find Nathanael. He told Nathanael that they had found the One foretold by Moses…Jesus, of Nazareth.
Nathanael’s response?
“Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?”
That seems to be the reputation of Nazareth in a nutshell.
But Mary lived there, and her betrothed, Joseph. Two unknown people in an unknown town…a town nowhere mentioned in the Old Testament or early Jewish literature.
But the angel said that Mary had found favor with God.
How? How do you make a name for yourself in Nazareth, of all places?
But that’s just it. Mary didn’t set about to be noticed by God. She wasn’t trying to do great things. She simply lived her life for the glory of God in every mundane daily task that was a natural part of living in Nazareth.
Less than an hour ago I stood by Aaron as he had his third seizure in four hours. This one was very hard. My heart hurts.
Afterward, I sat by our Christmas tree and pondered this life that God has given me. In many ways, I can say that this is my Nazareth.
I have had a taste of the “other” side of life. Awards, travel, lots of ministry, etc., etc.
But as time has gone by, my world has narrowed a lot. The life of a long-term caregiving parent is not exciting. It is not a life that others point to as they wish they had MY life.
And all of my fellow caregiving friends know “the look.” It’s the look that crosses a person’s face when they ask what you do or if you can join in this or that, and you tell them your situation. So often there is no real understanding. Sympathy, perhaps. Compassion, sometimes.
But it’s like they don’t know what to do with you.
Kind of like being from Nazareth.
But God has a purpose for each of His children in His kingdom. Even us Nazareth folk.
For God says that He works all things for good in the lives of His followers.
I have good purpose, right here in my Nazareth.
For every piece of wet bedding washed, every meal cooked, every bathroom cleaned, every doctor appointment, favorite show watched and game played, every story listened to for the 500th time – is just what God has for me to do where He has put me.
He put Aaron with us. I can look at my life with him as my ministry or as a misery.
Human nature makes us feel that we’re not really being of value unless our calendars are full of events and we are free to come and go as we choose our opportunities. And this is wonderful for many people.
But for my other Nazareth people…whatever your Nazareth is…know that there ARE good things that come out of Nazareth.
Claim your purpose where God has placed you!
Be faithful there in the messy and the mundane.
In so doing, you are bringing delight to God…and there is no higher calling.
Even in Nazareth.