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This is one of a number of monologues that I have written for use in worship or some other reflective purpose. This one deals with the events at the Inn in Bethlehem at the time of the Nativity from the point of view of the Innkeeper's Wife.

The Old Inn in Bethlehem
Matthew 2: 1-15; Luke 2: 1-20

Well, you wouldn’t believe the week I’ve had. Here. Let me just take the weight of me feet for a few minutes and I’ll tell you all about it.
Don’t  get  me  wrong,  we  were  expecting  it  to  be  a  rough  time  ever  since  that  Emperor  chappie decided he was going to count us. And we all know what that’s all about, don’t we Once he knows how many there are of us, he’ll know where to find us when it comes to sending the tax collectors round. Typical of governments, I’d say. We do all the work and then they steal it off us for their own

No.  We  knew  we  were  going  to  be  busy  because  everyone  had  to  go  back  to  their  family’s hometown  to  make  the  counting  easier.  So  they’d  be  droves  of  them  coming  here  to  Bethlehem, loads of David’s descendents turning up at their ancestral home. And what’s more some of our best helpers were going to have to go off to their family’s hometown and leave us shorthanded!

Still,  Eli  and  I  –Eli’s  my  husband  by  the  way  –we’d  done  the  best  we  could  to  make  all  the arrangements, got some extra help from some of the regulars who were staying in town and rolled our sleeves up ready  for the  rush. And boy, did we get a rush! Every day more and more people turned up and if they weren’t looking for somewhere to stay, it was a hot meal and a drink or two. I’ll tell you after a couple of days we hadn’t even got a cupboard that we could put anyone to sleep in and there were only two choices on the food front–take it or leave it.



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