A reflection on Luke 2.1-7:
“…because there was no place for them in the inn.” That one little phrase is all there is in the narrative about how the Holy Family came to end up in a stable. The basis of much speculation, and many a drawn-out sequence in a nativity play. I wonder how many inns they tried? How tired and despairing they were before they finally found a place, however inadequate? What the innkeepers were really like (surely not quite like their be-teatoweled modern representatives1)? One little phrase which invites whole realms of speculation and imagination, as so often in the gospel narratives.