The birth had gone well.
No wise kings yet lay eastern gifts at the foot of the food trough that held God. But the shepherds had gone, raving madly about angels and singing. Anyone else would scoff…but she remembered a fearsome night visitor with an astonishing message. The fact that her soon-to-be husband hadn’t put her away wasn’t the only miracle…
She could still see the star shining fiercely in the night sky. Some would say this was a celestial herald of the newborn king. She knew nothing of such matters. Her days were filled with filling the baby with the only things she could offer…life and love.
The days and years ahead would be no different. The baby would become boy and then man. She would cherish and ponder and protect like every parent before and since. Is there a greater love than this?
He was here. All the while, both before and after…Grace wrapped in flesh, Love coming to stay in a way unlooked for…yet foretold from before the foundation of the world.
The baby cried, and she looked away from the night sky…and back to God proclaiming his need and love. Her fears…the fears of the long night…vanished.
Hope became ascendant, promised by the light of a December star.
“All right then, the Lord himself will give you the sign. Look! The virgin will conceive a child! She will give birth to a son and will call him Immanuel (which means ‘God is with us’).” (Isaiah 7:14 NLT)
I never intended to create a sequel to my last post ‘The Trail of Blood’ (read it here). Yet sometimes you write and the story takes you to places unintended, via roads unlooked for indeed. I wanted to tell the Christmas story in a new way (for me, anyway). Others have told it better, but even that did not dissuade my telling nor extinguish the fire burning in my heart.
If at times the mood was somber, it was my attempt at honesty: to convey the real emotions of the characters, as well as the very real emotions of the author. December is a difficult time for many, and this has been especially so for me. Despair grips many…yet Hope reigns ascendant even when below the horizon.
Thank you for reading. Remember those who need your life and love this December.