They would not be on the road to Nazareth when the sun appeared over the Eastern horizon.
Category: The Magi’s First Christmas
The Magi’s amazing journey of faith to Bethlehem that first Christmas Eve
Despite the quiet of the evening, sleep remained elusive for Joseph. A nagging fear crept into his tangled dreams….
Pausing for a moment, he continued; “Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own soul also…”
The menacing eyes, peering from the shadow of the polished steel helmet and crimson crest, fell to the bundle in Mary’s arms.
The infant king: Having nursed, was sleeping; blissfully unaware of the stir his arrival had created.
Joseph placed fresh hay in the manger. It’s sweet aroma, mingled with the pungent odors of the stable, created a rich earthy incense that filled the air.
By eternal design, the lowly shepherds became the first to pay homage to their Messiah, the infant king lying in a manger, wrapped in swaddling clothes.
His eyes became vacant, black holes where a fire had begun to smolder.
The tender emotion loosened the knot in his chest, but ended abruptly when the reality struck…She was dead!
And so began, the dangerous journey of the Magi.