AND THEN THEY WENT HOME
Although I was too young to remember the first
move, I have lived in nine homes. I used
to say, if I had baling twine, duct tape, and boxes, I could pack up a house in
a day. For sure it would take me longer
now!! Each move was for a good reason
and each house became a home the moment we walked through the door. BUT … we were never forced to flee for fear
of our lives.
When the Wise Men had gone, an angel of the Lord appeared to
Joseph in a dream. “Get up,” he said,
“take the child and his mother and escape to Egypt. Stay there until I tell you, for Herod is
going to search for the child to kill him.”
Disclaimer:
You will not find the following in Scripture.
You will only find it in my mind as I try to picture the activities
unfolding.
I
can imagine Joseph waking Mary and telling her to quickly grab only essentials. I can imagine Mary looking at Joseph and
saying, “Are you sure it was an angel and not something you ate?”
And
all the time - panic … Would they escape? Would they be followed? How? Why? During this panic, I picture Jesus calmly standing
there with his teddy bear, his sandals on, and ready to go. Joseph and Mary, once again, obeyed. They left Bethlehem.
Egypt
—- A new country. New traditions and new
cultures would have surrounded Joseph, Mary, and Jesus as they waited. I wonder if Joseph went to bed every night
and wondered, “Maybe tonight the angel will appear in my dream.” I wonder if
every morning Mary asked, “Did you dream?”
Cliff
Notes: It was all over the news: Herod is dead! Joseph went to sleep. The angel appeared with instructions to go to
the land of Israel. News flash: Archelaus replaces his father, Herod. Another dream and the family headed to
Nazareth in Galilee.
AND THEN THEY WENT HOME
We
have now come full circle.
In the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, God sent the
angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee.
When Joseph and Mary had done everything required by the Law
of the Lord, they returned to Galilee to their own town of Nazareth. And the child grew and became strong; he was
filled with wisdom, and the grace of God was on him.
Joseph,
Mary, and Jesus went home.
——————-
The
Christmas Story did not end at the birth.
The baby became a toddler. The toddler
became a teenager. The teenager became a
man. And all this time, Jesus was
learning. He learned how to walk and
talk and eat and drink. He learned how
to get up after falling down and he learned it hurt when he stubbed his toe. He was observing. He was listening to the words of the Old
Testament. He played. He worked.
He saw people happy, sad, grieving, and celebrating. He saw birth and he saw death. Jesus was experiencing life, as he waited to
begin his ministry.
We call it a Christmas Story or a
Christmas Miracle, but we should call it the Miracle which began on Christmas because the Good
News – no – GREAT NEWS is that
THE MIRACLE WHICH BEGAN
ON CHRISTMAS HAS NEVER ENDED ! ! !
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that
were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for
you? And if I go and prepare a place for
you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I
am. You know the way to the place where
I am going.”
Jesus answered, “I am
the way and the truth and the life. No
one comes to the Father except through me.
If you really know me, you will know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen
him.” John 14:2-4, 6-7
After the Lord Jesus had spoken to them, he was
taken up into heaven and he sat at the right hand of God. Mark 16:19
A Miracle Began
on Christmas --
A baby was born
that day.
The New
Testament began that day.
Our chance for
eternal life began that day.
Merry
Christmas