I have a confession to make.
I got so tired of reading and rereading Kachi's favourite book to him that I hid it. (Not to be mean or deprive him, but to allow myself a chance to enjoy it with him again sometime.)
And the good thing? He brought me a new book on repeat today - a Christmas book :).
I love that God is an author, that Jesus is the Word, that the Holy Spirit breathed the scriptures through human scribes. I love all the nerdy images and repetition and stories within stories. And I was struck afresh today by the rightness, the layers, the beauty, of the star imagery.
In the beginning, He spoke the stars into fiery existence.
At His birth, they testified of His deity.
A star led the wise men to Jesus.
(The light always leads to Jesus.)
The star, of course, shone bright in day and night, but it was only possible to see it in the dark.
Jesus' presence with us doesn't change ... but oh, how gladly we cling to His promised presence when darkness falls!
That star - that special star - was a radiant announcement of His life.
I saw a special star today, actually. My heart-sister's Grandmother passed away today, and Facebook lit up like the night sky with stories and photos and memories of her. I've never met her, but I can see how beautiful and joyful and ready to laugh she was. Stars may or may not have announced her birth, but bright memories spark like fireworks in her passing.
And stars guide us home.
Where we are loved and valued and welcomed and held tight in God's arms.
Whether we're ancient wise men or modern wise women or just tired mamas longing to be wise ...
that star will guide us home.
Merry Christmas, friends.