Be ready to carry christ - like zuzu the donkey
🫏 Zuzu: The Donkey Chosen donkey to carry christ
A Story from Nazareth to Bethlehem
My name is Zuzu, and I was born in Nazareth, inside the home of a harsh and cruel master.
My parents and my two younger brothers worked endlessly under him.
We carried wheat to Jerusalem under heavy loads, beatings, and hunger.
My childhood was full of pain.
Every day felt like a burden carved into my bones.
As I grew stronger, the loads became heavier.
Many nights, I cried quietly, wondering if life would ever change.
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🌙 A Night That Changed Everything
One winter evening, a gentle young man and a pregnant woman arrived at our master’s home.
Their eyes were filled with kindness, something I had never seen before.
They looked at all of us —
my father, my mother, my brothers, and me.
I thought they would choose a younger, stronger donkey.
But the man walked straight to me, placed his hand on my neck, and said softly:
“Mary… I think this is the one.”
She smiled and nodded in agreement.
For the first time in my life,
someone chose me — not for my strength, but for a purpose.
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🌅 The Journey Begins
Before sunrise, we left Nazareth.
Mary rode on my back gently, as if aware of every wound I carried.
Joseph walked beside me, guiding me with patience and care.
We traveled through cold winds, dusty paths, and long silence.
But there was peace — a peace I had never known.
One night, Mary whispered,
“Joseph… the time has come.”
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✨ The Night of the Miracle
We found shelter in a small stable in Bethlehem.
No palace. No royal bed.
Just straw, moonlight, and a sky that glowed unusually bright.
There, in the quiet of that night,
Mary gave birth to a child —
Jesus.
Joseph wrapped Him gently in cloth,
and placed Him in a manger.
At that moment,
I felt something holy fill the air around us.
Shepherds arrived, guided by angels.
Their faces shone with awe as they knelt before the newborn King.
Even the stars seemed to bow.
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🌟 The Chosen Donkey
All my life, I believed I was too broken, too weak, too ordinary.
But that night, I understood:
God chooses the humble for His greatest works.
And this truth echoed in my heart through the words of Scripture:
“God has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise;
God has chosen the weak things of the world to shame the strong.”
— 1 Corinthians 1:27
I, Zuzu —
a donkey no one valued,
a creature burdened and beaten —
was chosen to carry the mother of the Savior,
to witness the birth of the One who would save the world.
From that day on,
I was no longer Zuzu the unwanted.
I was Zuzu, chosen by God.
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Message
Dear reader, if you are in the same situation as I am, with a master who was hard and unkind, remember this:
Once we choose to carry Christ, our eternal hope begins. The day is not far when I will be released from this life of fear and suffering.