Maggie the Manger
Everyone liked Maggie, and that made sense. She was always friendly, and had a knack to make others feel better by just being there. Of course, it helped that Maggie was a manger, so her job was to feed the animals. Maggie was more than just a feeding trough though, because she was so warm and welcoming. The animals loved having her in their stable. Part of the reason Maggie was so good at her job was because she really liked it. She liked how the animals would get excited when it was feeding time. She liked how their whiskers would tickle her sides when they ate out of her. She liked how their tongues were so warm and soft and she’d occasionally feel them graze against her. At least she normally liked this. For some reason the ruler of the land had demanded a census be taken, which brought many visitors to Maggie’s little town of Bethlehem. The stable had been packed with animals for awhile now and she never got a break. It was a constant stream of give, give, give. She liked giving, but there reaches a point when you start to feel used and worn out. When this happens the things you once liked aren’t as enjoyable. For instance, she no longer liked seeing the animals excited when it was feeding time because it was constantly feeding time for someone. She no longer liked it when their whiskers brushed against her, and she no longer found they tickled her, but rather, she found it annoying. She no longer enjoyed the animals’ tongues grazing against her. In fact, it made her shudder how often she’d been licked by random animals she didn’t even know. Maggie was able to still be friendly with everyone, but she just wasn’t as friendly, and now it was more forced. She was simply worn out. The animals were generally very polite and grateful, but Maggie needed something more. She needed something that would help her feel like she mattered in the bigger picture; something that helped her feel like she mattered to her.
The last couple days were particularly hard for Maggie because her little town was so busy a young couple was now staying in her stable. To add to this, the woman appeared to be pregnant and she was now looking like she was ready to give birth. Maggie had seen a lot of births in her day, but it was always with animals never humans. She quickly learned she didn’t like human births. Maggie kept thinking to herself, “Can you please keep it down? Stop screaming and complaining about the pain; horses never did, and their babies were much bigger. Suck it up.”
Eventually the woman gave birth, and the screaming stopped. The screaming, however, was replaced with crying from the baby. “What is wrong with humans?” thought Maggie. “Does the screaming and crying ever stop?” She was glad she was a manger in a stable and not something in the house where she’d be exposed to nonstop human interaction. Animals were so much more mentally developed. Humans are just annoying.
While the baby continued to cry, the man whose name was Moseph (names have been changed in order to protect the child) put straw in Maggie. Maggie hated straw; it was so itchy. He then put in a blanket over the straw. “Wait, what’s going on?” thought Maggie. It was as if he was making her into a bed. “You’re not putting that baby in me are you? I am a place of eating, not holding a baby. He better have a good diaper on because I don’t want any messy business. Saliva from the animals is bad enough. I don’t want to start being a toilet as well; that’s definitely unsanitary.” After a few more minutes, the baby settled and the woman named Jary (Again, the names have been changed for the child’s protection) started to lean over to place the baby in Maggie. Maggie braced herself… ew, ew, ew, a baby… but suddenly everything stopped. Maggie’s complaints stopped. Maggie’s fears stopped. Maggie’s thoughts stopped. Something was different. There was something special about the baby; he radiated peace and joy. He made Maggie feel better. Having this baby in her made Maggie feel better. She wasn’t feeling 100 percent, but she was better. Maggie then realized that she was given that gift she had been wanting. It wasn’t what she had expected. It didn’t come without its sacrifice, but it was everything for which she had hoped. Maggie realized she was more than just a feeding trough for animals; she had true value. That day Maggie received the best gift of all. She received baby Jeethuth. And to top it off, being baptised by his lack of a proper, absorbent diaper wasn’t as bad as she feared; it was actually warm and a little refreshing. That day, Maggie was renewed with a stronger sense of love and joy that helped her feel like the loving manger others saw her as being. It was no longer a show; it was real, which made Maggie all the happier. The end… or I guess, it’s now the beginning.
Rev Chad David, Emotional Sex, emotional tune up