“He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child.” Luke 2:5 Mary and Joseph were pledged to be married, betrothed. But this was not a betrothal like we understand today. The actual marriage contract was done. It was both legally and spiritually binding. They were married, but had not yet lived together until the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream (Matthew 1:20) and said to take her as his wife. The Scripture goes on to tell us that he had no union with her until she gave birth to Jesus. (Matthew 1:25) The order for the census had been given. They had to go to Bethlehem. So, they began their arduous journey at this late stage of her pregnancy. It was a long trip walking those ninety miles. We can only imagine their relief when they finally arrived knowing the time for the delivery was upon them. They needed to find a place and quickly, but Bethlehem was busy. It was filled with people. Every nook and cranny and available room was taken, filled to the brim. Mary and Joseph had no reservations. They had no preset, comfortable, spotlessly clean place for Mary to give birth. They had no white starched sheets, no brightly lit delivery room. There were no nurses or doctors waiting with open arms to greet this child. There was no room. The foretold city had no place inside its walls for the King above all kings. But God had a plan. He had made reservations and the room of choice was a station for animals.