Sharon Dow

There has never been a time when I did not know Jeaninne. Our mothers were sisters and they kept in close touch along with their other two sister and two brothers. As cousins we grew up together, meeting often for family reunions and special occasions.

My first memories of Jeaninne were at her parents’ home and store in Salmon Creek. I am several years younger but she always treated me with kindness, willing to spend time with a younger cousin. It was in those early days that I began to hear and to observe that Jeaninne had difficulty with one of her legs. She walked with a limp and showed me the long, deep scar on her leg. I was too young to remember when those surgeries took place, but I did hear about them and knew that she had suffered much pain and spent a great deal of time in recovery.

In spite of her pain, she always seemed happy when I was around her. I early realized that in her I had a friend as well as a cousin. Soon I matured enough for us to spend more time together. I was often a guest at their cottage on Grand Lake where we would sit around the fireplace and tell stories.  A refreshing dip in the lake was always welcome, and a spin in Uncle Ken’s boat was great for a good scare as he spun the boat around for us.

As our friendship developed we even shared an apartment while I was a student at UNB. She was just as pleasant to live with as she was when I was a guest. We talked about everything, cooked meals together,  and generally enjoyed the time we had to spend together. I soon moved closer to the University and someone else filled my place, but I’ve always been glad that we had that time together.

We each eventually married and her Peter was just turning one when my first son was born – another connection for us. We often visited for weekends and enjoyed picking berries, fishing, and again just talking, catching up on all the family news.

When we moved to Ontario in 1980, we did not meet as often as before, but when we were able to get together, the years slipped away and we picked up where we had left off. The ties of family and friendship were strong, never faltering or failing.

I saw her for the last time a year ago when I was visiting cousins in Fredericton and three of us visited her.  It was one of her good days, I’m told, and she knew me. We enjoyed a rather unusual conversation, a mixture of memories and pictures that filled her mind. But we laughed together, four cousins who had shared so much over the years.

Jeaninne, I will miss being able to visit you, but the memories of our times together are strong and pleasant. I could not wish you back to suffer as you did. Farewell, my dear, we will meet again in Heaven.

The past few weeks have been hectic and heady. It has been a fascinating ride since the arrival of the books. I wondered what 1000 books would look like. Would they fill my house, fill every corner and empty space? I was pleasantly surprised to receive a very compact delivery; four layers of boxes loaded on a wooden skid and shrink wrapped in heavy plastic! Very convenient and easy to manage.

The Book Launch was the next big event on the book calendar. It was exhilarating and overwhelming. Many people attended; family, neighbours, friends, reporters, and people from the community. It was a great beginning for Antipas: Martyr.

I’ve spoken to one senior’s group, had a book signing in my church, have been asked to do 5  more book signings, have at least two bookstores that are carrying my book with several others considering it. I’m still waiting to hear back from Chapters’ head office regarding whether their distribution centre will carry the book. I have received information that several distribution centres in the USA are carrying it also. I attended a conference this week and sold a number of books.

The internet has proven to be an amazing vehicle when promoting a book. I have used many aspects of it. My facebook page has 600 friends, so I am able to communicate information quickly to a large number of people. Antipas now has his own facebook page where I can post things about the book. One regular posting I do is a daily total of number of books sold. Since the day of the launch, I have sold at least one book every day, and several days have had multiple sales. To date, I have sold 226 books.

Also on the internet, I’ve been able to access email and postal addresses for churches, libraries, bookstores etc and have been able to promote my book through these channels.

I have some other speaking engagements and opportunities to sell my book which are in the process but not yet finalized. Every day brings forth some new avenue for the book.

It was brought to my attention that there is a writers’ conference here in Guelph in June. I have registered for it and look forward to being able to meet with publishers and other members of the publishing world to promote my book.

But the big news of the week came in the form of an email from my publishing company. I have been asked to attend a conference in Atlanta, Georgia in July. Here are some quotes from the event.

“Special Invitation to Select Deep River Authors to the

International Christian Retailing Show

July 10-13, 2011

Atlanta, Georgia

ICRS is where the Christian resources industry meets. There is no other time or place where so many people, products, services, media, authors, artists, and craftspeople are gathered together in one place. The show incorporates more than 125,000 square feet of exhibit space, 425 exhibits, and nearly 100 meeting rooms. The show brings together more than 10,000 attendees and exhibitor personnel from across the United States and more than 50 other countries. Thousands of book store buyers come, many of them making major year-long buying decisions about which books to stock in their stores.

Deep River has selected you as one of the authors we would like to feature at this year's ICRS.

·    You will be scheduled for Author book signings in the Deep River booth. DRB will furnish 100 copies of your books for these signings.

·    Your book will be displayed at the STL/DRB booth on the convention floor during the entire show where there will be on-hand sales people to take orders for your book.

·    You and one other person of your choosing will receive badges for entry into the show for all 4 days.

·    You will have opportunities to attend various special events at the show at no extra charge to you.

·    Your name will be placed on the media list for possible interviews by Christian radio and TV talk shows broadcasting live from ICRS. You will receive PR services from Bring It On! Communications who will create a media kit, posters, and will assist you in securing interviews.

·    You will receive two passes for a complimentary dinner held exclusively for Deep River Authors on Sunday evening.”

So, we’re going! I don’t know where this will lead; I only know that, at least for now, I will follow. There are exciting possibilities for this book and books to come.

Helen stood at the bus stop holding her umbrella in one hand and three bags of purchases in the other. She glanced down the street again and although she could see a long line of cars clogging the street, there was no bus in sight.

She shifted the parcels and sighed deeply. Resting her weight on one foot, she eased her other foot out of one of her black shoes with the high slender heels. Why do I wear them? That thought had sliced across her mind more than once today.

More people were crowding the pavement behind her. She frowned as an elbow connected with her back and ignored the quick apology. People are so ignorant.

Rain slanted down all around her and now the wind was coming up as well. What a night. How can it be Christmas Eve? She shivered as rain dripped off her umbrella and found its way onto her neck. As it ran down her back, she ground her teeth to keep from crying out.

“There’s the bus now.” A burly fellow beside her pointed down the street. She followed his hand and saw it through the sheets of rain pelting the street. Bodies began to surge forward. She planted her feet and held her ground but at the last minute her foot slipped on the wet sidewalk. A tight sensation gripped her arm and she was hauled back from the edge just as the bus clattered to a stop before her. She turned her head and came face to face with her rescuer.

“Thank you, oh thank you.” She smiled at the man behind her.

“No thanks necessary; just get on the bus and have a Merry Christmas.” He gave her a slight shove and she mounted the stairs into the crowded bus.

“Mommy’s home, mommy’s home.” The sound of children’s voices touched her ears as she eased open the front door. Two warm bodies rushed at her and flung themselves into her arms. She knelt down and hugged them tightly.

“Were you good girls today?” She kissed each warm cheek, nuzzling her nose into their necks.

“I was, but Sophie hit Anna.” Sophie slid out of Helen’s arms and dropped to the floor. She lay sprawled on the carpet, face down. Helen touched her shoulder and rubbed gently.

“Sophie, sit up and tell me about it.” Sophie bunched her knees up into a sitting position but kept her head down.

“I didn’t do nothing wrong,” big tears were visible sliding down the chubby cheeks. Sophie ran the back of her hand over her face and finally looked at her mother. “It was an accident, honest.”

“No it wasn’t Sophie and you know it.” Ryanne folded her little arms over her chest and glared at her sister.

“Okay, girls, that’s enough. Anna will tell me if there’s something wrong. She gathered both girls into her arms again. How precious they were. Since Marty had disappeared, they were all she had. Marty. Her mind drifted unerringly to him.

Marty with the head of dark curls, cut short to keep them under control. Blue eyes, the colour of icy mountain streams, filled with love. Muscles, hardened with daily training. Missing in action. Cold, cold words on crisp white paper. Missing in action.

That had been six months ago. The longest six months of Helen’s life. All the phone calls, emails, personal visits to the base: nothing. If only she could know for sure.

She came back to the present as Ryanne and Sophie stirred in her arms. The bustle of starched skirt and apron arrived in the form of Anna. Helen set the girls down and stood.

“Hi, Anna. How was your day?” Helen’s eyes rested on this dear lady who made it possible for Helen to work. Gray hair drawn tightly back in a bun, clean housedress and the ever-present apron drawn around an ample waist.

“Good, Helen. These little ones are a joy to keep.” She folded her hands and closed her eyes, a common practice for her. Helen loved her.

“Thanks, Anna. Was there a problem with Sophie today?” Helen kept her eyes from Sophie as she asked the question.

“No, no, no problem. Just a little misunderstanding. All settled now. Not to worry.” She slipped off her house shoes and took her boots from the hall closet. Her warm, sensible coat came out next. Anna always said she had no use for frills, only sensible things for her. She waved to Helen and the girls as she went out the door.

“What’s that nice smell coming from the kitchen?” Helen took each girl by a hand and led them toward the aroma.

“We helped make supper,” Ryanne clapped her hands together and danced on ahead of the others. “Sophie helped too, didn’t you Sophie?”

“I did, Mama. I helped.” Sophie kept her hand in Helen’s and snuggled in close to her side.

“What is it? It smells wonderful.” Helen drew a deep breath and smiled at the girls.

“It’s chicken stew, chicken stew, chicken stew.” Ryanne skipped around the kitchen as she chanted the words.

Anna had set the table before Helen came home and had tried to make it festive. But the Christmas napkins, the red candle, and green bows could not lift the weight that had settled on Helen’s mind while she was still waiting for the bus. 

Christmas Eve, how could it be? With Marty, it was always one of the best nights of the year. But I need to pull myself together for the girls.

“Let’s get your aprons on before we start.” At six years old, Ryanne was able to put her’s on by herself. Helen lifted four year old Sophie into her chair and fixed her apron around her. Anna had done well. She had found the Christmas aprons that Helen had bought for the girls last year.

As she was spooning the food into their dishes, Ryanne looked up at her mother. “Remember mommy, we used to talk to Jesus? Shouldn’t we talk to him tonight? Anna said tomorrow is his birthday.” She wrinkled her nose and grinned, showing the gap where two front teeth were missing.

The words pierced Helen’s heart like a knife. Marty had been the spiritual leader in the home and since he’d been missing, Helen had let it slip. She looked at the little trusting faces before her and knew she had to pray.

“Would you like to pray, Ryanne?” Helen could feel herself squirm in her seat.

“Yes, Mommy, but you’ll have to help me.” Ryanne reached out and grabbed her mother’s hand on one side and Sophie’s on the other. Together they bowed their heads and offered a simple thank-you to God.

The meal was over, the food put away, the kitchen tidied and the children were sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the Christmas tree. Helen, although in no mood for Christmas herself, had determined she would make it special for her girls. They were waiting now for her to light the tree. She leaned over and pushed the switch. A soft glow stole over the room and highlighted the faces staring at the tree in wonder and awe.

“It’s so beautiful, Mommy.” Ryanne’s voice was low and breathless. She pointed to the angel on top. “I like her face, Mommy. She looks so peaceful.”

Helen turned her eyes and gazed at the angel. It brought back so many memories. She and Marty had bought it together the first Christmas they were married. Marty had insisted they have an angel on top. She had pointed out that the stars were cheaper, but he had insisted. Everything about this night brought memories of Marty.

“Where’s the music, Mommy?” Sophie twisted around on the floor, looking at her mother.

“Oh yes, right.” She pressed the button on the player and Silent Night filled the room.

The girls jumped up and danced around the room to the music. They were in their princess nightgowns and as they twirled together, Helen could feel tears gathering in her eyes. She swallowed twice, determined not to cry. When the carol finished, she called the girls to sit with her on the couch.

“I’m going to read the Christmas story to you,” she told them as she lifted the Bible from the coffee table. They snuggled on each side of her, rubbing their hands on the smooth pages of the Bible.

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to then, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger. Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.”

“And they went to see the baby, didn’t they?” Ryanne had her hands around her mother’s arm as she looked up at her.

“Yes, they did, Ryanne. You remember the story, good for you.”

“And I know that some smart men came to see him, too.”

“You mean the wise men.” Helen gently corrected her daughter.

“Wise men? What are they?” Sophie looked so solemn that Helen and Ryanne couldn’t help smiling at her.

“They’re men who are very smart and they knew about the baby because they saw a big star.” Ryanne was anxious to impart her knowledge.

“I like the story.” Sophie laid her head in her mother’s lap. Helen ran her fingers through the soft hair framing Sophie’s face.

“Would you girls like to play a little game?” Bright smiles and happy laughter greeted her question.

They played their usual Christmas Eve game; the one Marty had introduced when Ryanne was just a baby. A gift was hidden for each one and clues were given to find it. The girls ran from place to place looking for their gift, chasing each other, shrieking with pleasure until the gifts were found. They climbed up, one on each side of Mommy, to open their packages.

“Oh look, mine’s a princess sticker book.” Ryanne held it high, giggling.

Helen helped Sophie with the wrapping on her gift. She pulled out a soft plush dog in a little purse.

“I love him, I love him.” Clutching the dog to her chest, she kissed him over and over. Both girls wrapped their arms around their mother’s neck hugging her closely.

Helen loved the feel of her children’s arms and buried her face in their hair.

“It’s time for bed.” Helen tickled them until they were gasping for breath, still giggling.

“You want to have a good sleep so you’ll be awake early to open your presents.” She lifted Sophie in one arm and put the other one around Ryanne.

The girls were sleeping and Helen was sitting in her favourite rocker, cradling a cup of coffee. Carols were still filling the room with soft music and the lights from the tree gave the room a warm glow.

Oh Marty, if only you were here, Helen mused, how perfect this night would be. Where are you, my love? Thoughts ran wildly through her head. I can’t believe you’re dead. I don’t believe it. You were so alive, so full of life. I have to believe you’re out there somewhere.

O Lord, I know I haven’t kept in touch, but could you look over Marty tonight? I know I have many things to be thankful for; my beautiful children are such a blessing.

She rocked back and forth in her chair. The coffee had cooled so she put her cup on the small table by her chair.

I should go to bed, but I hate to move. She looked at all the festive packages under the tree. The girls will be so excited in the morning.

When the clock chimed eleven, she rose from the chair, turned off the music and leaned down to switch off the tree lights. Car lights flashed across the living room windows. She glanced out and saw a taxi pull up in front of the house.

One of the neighbours must be coming home in a cab tonight. The back door of the taxi opened and a man hopped out. She gasped. Both hands flew over her mouth and her whole body began to shake.

It can’t be! He looks so much like Marty. He’s coming to the door. What will I do?

A soft knock brought her out of the shock she was feeling and she ran to the door. Her hands were trembling so much that at fist she couldn’t get the handle to turn. Then it sprung open and she was in his arms.

He eased her into the room and closed the door with his foot, never letting go of her. They stayed in that position until they were both crying; tears of joy and relief. At last they parted and stared at each other.

“Oh my love, I thought I would never see you or our home again.” He took her hand and together they moved into the living room. “Let’s sit on the couch and we’ll talk.”

“Marty, they told me you were missing in action. They said you were probably dead. I . . .” Her hands were over her face and the tears flowed again.

“I know, dear. It’s such a long story. I’ll tell you all of it but not tonight. Tonight it’s enough to be home, to see you and touch you.” He ran his fingers down over her face.

“What an amazing Christmas present; to have you home. The girls will be so excited in the morning.” Helen’s lips curved up in a smile as she drank in her husband’s face. All the cares of the day fell away and she folded his hands in hers.

“I can’t wait to see them. I’ve pictured them so many times; wondering how they were growing, how they were changing.” He squeezed her hands.

A soft padding sound on the stairs caused them to turn in that direction. Two sets of little eyes were peeking into the room. Round, bright faces looked from Helen to Marty, then Ryanne was running.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy.” With one flying leap she landed in his lap. “Daddy, you’ve come home.”

Sophie came slowly, staring at Marty.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s daddy.” Helen spoke softly to her and picked her up so she could be near him. “See, honey, it’s your daddy.”

She laid her head on her mother’s shoulder but kept her eyes on Marty.

“Daddy?”

He opened his arms to her, smiling. She paused for a moment, then went into his arms. Helen put her arms around all of them.

As the clock chimed midnight, Christmas day entered to beam upon the little family snuggled together on the couch, and the Christmas angel smiled down on them from her perch on top of the tree.

“Oh Joseph, I’m so tired. I don’t think I can go another league today.” Mary rubbed her hand over her face, brushing back stray wisps of hair that kept escaping from beneath her head cloth.

“We’re not far from Bethlehem now, just hold on a little longer. Maybe we’ll find a place to stop and rest.” Joseph moved in closer to her, squeezed her hand, and smiled at her.

“Oh, let’s hope so.” She closed her eyes and shifted her position.

They moved on in silence. The only sound was the clip clop of the donkey’s hoofs and an occasional sigh from Mary. The day was still with little breeze breaking the heat of the afternoon. On and on the dusty road continued with no sign of any living creature or habitation.

Presently, a grove of olive trees appeared on the horizon and as they approached, Joseph led the donkey under the cool branches. Mary was so weary her stiff muscles refused to move.

“Wait,” Joseph called, “I’ll help you.” He reached her side and gently eased her from the donkey’s back.

“Mary, you need to let me help you as much as possible. We still have a distance to travel so you need to conserve your strength. I don’t want you to be completely exhausted when we arrive.”

“Oh Joseph, I don’t mean to complain, but I am tired. Can we stay here a while so I can sleep a few minutes?” She leaned against him as his arm circled her.

“We can certainly stay until the sun has passed its high point. It’ll be a little cooler then as well. Here, let me settle you on the blanket under that big tree. Maybe you’ll be able to sleep. It’ll be good to let the donkey have a rest, too. Close your eyes and I’ll see to the donkey and then have a bit of a rest myself.”

Mary sank down on the blanket and sighed with relief. She was so happy they had the donkey as otherwise she would be walking, but she was tired and sore from his bony back and from bumping up and down on the rough road. She closed her eyes and tried to find a comfortable position.

While Mary slept, Joseph fed the donkey, ate a little, and prepared to rest beside Mary. He watched her as she closed her eyes, thanking God for her and for the baby who would soon be arriving to enrich their lives. He wasn’t sure what God’s plans were, but he knew this baby was from God.

Soon, Joseph also closed his eyes and only the donkey was alert. The sun slowly advanced in the sky while a slight breeze stirred the olive branches.

Mary woke first and became aware of a noise in the distance. It had intruded into her dream about her baby. She slowly opened her eyes trying to focus on her surroundings. The noise continued as she sat up and looked in all directions. There, there it was. Off to the right, a distance down the road and coming toward them, was a flock of sheep and a shepherd boy. The bleating cry of the sheep had been the noise that awakened Mary.

By now Joseph was awake, too, and sat up beside her.

“Oh Joseph, look. There are little lambs with the sheep. It seems an odd time of year for lambs. Aren’t they usually earlier in the season?”

“Usually, but these are certainly very young animals.” He squinted his eyes and stood facing the oncoming sheep.

Then the flock was upon them, rushing for the shade under the trees where they were resting. Mary laughed as the lambs ran on their spindly legs. They bleated repeatedly as they tumbled around each other and around their mothers. The sight filled Mary with joy as she watched them.

The shepherd boy came running behind the tumble of sheep and lambs trying without success to control the flock. He stopped abruptly, using his staff as a support, and stared at Mary and Joseph. His mouth fell open and he pushed damp hair back from his forehead. The gesture left streaks of dirt on his face. Walking slowly, he approached them.

“I . . . the lambs . . . can they stay here . . . just for a bit?” He ran a hand through his hair again, swinging his head from side to side as he rolled his eyes.

Mary’s eyes were dancing as she watched the shepherd boy and the tangle of black faces and soft heads surging around her.

“You are welcome to join us,” Joseph replied, smiling at the boy. “We’re enjoying the antics of the lambs. Come sit with us.” Joseph extended his hand and indicated a space beneath the trees where he and Mary had been resting.

The boy eased his body down beside Mary, who offered him a smile. He stretched out his legs and sighed, ending with a yawn. The flock had found a small water hole and were pushing and shoving each other in their attempt to get to the water. One little lamb tumbled close to them bringing a giggle from Mary.

The boy scooped up the little fellow in his arms, holding him tenderly.

“This one’s the least of all the lambs,” he explained to them as he ran a rough hand over the fuzzy head.

“We weren’t sure if he’d live. His mom had trouble birthing him. He’s the smallest, but somehow he means the most to me.” The little one snuggled into the crook of his shepherd’s arm. “I think it’s his feisty spirit. He doesn’t back down from the larger lambs and has a strong voice.” He rewarded them with a bold bleat which made them all laugh.

“Do you think I could hold him?” Mary leaned forward, running her hand over his downy fleece.

“Sure, he loves all the attention he can get.” He lifted the lamb and placed him in Mary’s open arms. The lamb settled contentedly. As she gazed at the lamb a strange feeling came over her. She wasn’t sure if it was love, or a glimpse into her future or the future of her baby, but she was overwhelmed with a feeling of peace.

She held him a few minutes longer until he began to wiggle in her lap, finally jumping off to run and join the others. Mary watched him go with pleasure, but with a deeper sense that she was watching her baby go, she wasn’t sure where he was going, but the feeling was bitter-sweet.

The shepherd boy stood up, dusted off his robe and whistled to his flock. The muddle of bodies turned at the sound of his voice and rushed toward him. He said goodbye to Mary and Joseph as he led the tumble of lambs and sheep down the road.

“It’s time we were on our way as well. Are you feeling rested enough to go on, Mary?” Joseph stood over her, a look of loving concern on his face.

“I feel really good right now. I think I can make it all the way to Bethlehem. The lambs gave me such pleasure and joy that for awhile I forgot how tired I am.” She reached up her hand to his waiting one and he helped her from the grass.

“Your strength never ceases to amaze me,” he smiled into her eyes. “The donkey seems ready to continue, so let’s get underway.”

He helped her mount and they were soon moving again on the road toward Bethlehem. As they slowly jogged along, Mary couldn’t get the smallest lamb out of her mind. She still felt the warmth of its little body as it snuggled in her arms. It made her feel warm and contented as she thought about him. The stop had rested her and they made good time that afternoon. The air was a little cooler as the sun was past the hottest part of the day and the slight breeze continued as they plodded along.

“Look, Mary, I can see Bethlehem in the distance. It won’t be long now.” Joseph pointed up ahead where the outline of buildings could be seen.

“That’s good news, Joseph.” Mary shaded her eyes and gazed at the nearing houses. “I’m ready again for a rest. The inn will be welcome tonight.”

Traffic had increased on the road the closer they got to Bethlehem. A wagon loaded with hay had passed them a few minutes earlier. They had exchanged greetings with the occupants. Many people on foot now joined them, as well as another donkey and its owner.

Everyone was talking about getting to the inn, alarming Mary. She hoped there would be enough room for everyone.

Many of the other travelers soon passed them, but eventually they reached the village. The narrow lanes were crowded with a press of people and animals. Excitement tingled in the air as voices were raised in greetings and laughter. Joseph eased his way through, leading Mary and the donkey. Women with scarves pulled over their mouths and noses scurried by while men slapped each other on broad backs.

The inn was soon visible. With widened eyes and furrowed forehead, Joseph stopped the donkey amidst the throng of bodies, all seemingly looking at the inn.

“Mary, I’m going to lead the donkey to that large rock just beyond the door.” He pointed in that direction. “I want you to rest there while I see about a room for us.”

Joseph helped Mary off the donkey and seated her as comfortably as possible. She watched the people milling around the inn and in the street. What a conflux of peoples swelled and ebbed before the doors. Mary lifted her head as she detected a variety of dialects.

She reached around with one hand and tried to massage her back which felt stiff from sitting so long on the donkey. As she sat, family groups gathered in clusters, embracing each other with tears and laughter. Aromas of roasting lamb tempted her nostrils as the meal hour was near. She closed her eyes for a moment and let the sounds of chatter, shouting, braying, and barking fill her mind.

When she opened her eyes, Joseph was walking toward her. His head was bent and there was a slump to his shoulders. She read the tiredness and dejection in his walk. She smiled a welcome at him.

With a shrug he leaned toward her, resting his hand on her shoulder. “Mary, I don’t have good news. The inn is totally full.” He shook his head. “I explained your condition and that we really needed a room but there was nothing they could do for us.” He pointed down the lane from where Mary was seated. “They suggested we try the house at the edge of the village. It’s not an inn, but they might have something to offer. I’m so sorry, Mary.” He patted her hands which were folded so carefully in her lap.

“It’s not your fault, Joseph,” Mary said bravely. “We’ll find a place. I’ll just walk along with you and we’ll soon be settled.”

Joseph led the donkey while Mary walked by his side. As they approached the house indicated by the innkeeper, Mary’s heart sank as it was shabby and ill kept but she kept a brave face for Joseph.

As they approached the house, the owner appeared in the doorway. Joseph explained their plight to him but he pursed his lips and shook his head from side to side.

“I already have a house full of relatives. That’s enough to try any man’s patience.” His hands were flying through the air punctuating each sentence. “The only thing I have left is an old stable behind the house,” and he laughed as he pointed toward a weed-filled path which led to a small structure in disrepair.

“We’ll be happy to take it if you’re serious.” Joseph didn’t glance at Mary but lifted his chin and looked directly at the owner.  His face was rigid and he slipped an arm around Mary’s shoulders.

The owner’s eyes widened and a deep guffaw rolled out of his mouth. He slapped his thigh with a resounding smack. “You must really need a place to stay to even think about it. Sure, go on, enjoy yourselves,” and with that the man headed off toward the road. His laughter drifted back and circled the couple.

Joseph and Mary looked at each other, then he led her and their donkey down the path. Rough, gray wood and crumbling field stones mingled together to form the structure. The odor of rotting wood and animal refuse combined to create a nauseating aroma. Mary hesitated but took a deep breath and smiled at Joseph.

The opening was low forcing them to stoop to enter. Mary pulled her scarf higher over her nose as cobwebs brushed her face. It was dark and musty inside. A rustling deeper in the stable told them they were not alone. A whinny from their donkey was answered with a soft nicker. As their eyes gradually adjusted, they could see several rough stalls and a donkey tethered in one.

“Oh Mary, I’m so sorry.” Joseph pulled her head down to his shoulder.

“We’ll do fine here, Joseph. Look at the bright side.” She lifted her head and pointed to a stack of hay. “We can use the hay under one of our blankets to make a soft bed. There’s plenty of room for one right here.” She swung her arm around the open area in front of them.

Joseph drew a long, deep breath, wiped his brow with the tail of his turban, then turned his face toward her. “Then let’s get our things off the donkey and get to work.”

Mary was tired but determined to make the best of their situation. Joseph chose a level place to make a bed and they were soon lugging hay to the area. Mary spread one of their blankets over the hay.

“This will be one to tell the grandchildren.” She grinned up at him placing her hands carefully over her swollen abdomen.

“Oh Mary, your positive attitude was one of the first things that attracted me to you. You deserve much better than this, but you’re right, we need to make the best of it.”

Joseph brought the donkey in and got him settled in the stall next to the other donkey. Swallows flew freely around the rafters and doves cooed softly as Mary and Joseph sank down onto the hay. Sleep came quickly in the shabby stable.

Mary awoke with a start and sat up. She blinked in the darkness.

“What’s wrong, Mary?” Joseph sat up as well, reaching out for her in the murky black of the stable.

“I think we are about to have a baby,” her voice had a lilt to it.

With alarm Joseph replied, “Not now, Mary, you can’t have the baby here.”

“Joseph dear, babies come when they’re ready, not when we’re ready.” She patted his arm.

Joseph struggled to his feet. “What should I do?”

“Why don’t you see if you can find a lantern? We’re going to need some light.”

“I’ll go to the house.” Joseph hurried across the dirt floor of the stable and out into the night. Mary listened to his footsteps then sank down onto the hay. She curled herself into a ball, rocking back and forth as the birth drew near.

After a time, she became aware of a dim light approaching and Joseph reappeared holding a small lantern.

“Mary, I’m here.” He set the lantern down and leaned over her. She could just make out his features in the flickering light. “I had to go all the way to the inn. No one answered my knocking and shouting at the house.”

“Thank you, Joseph.” She reached out her hand and touched his face.

“No one would come with me so we’re on our own.”

She recognized the beat of panic in his voice as she looked up at him. “Not totally on our own, Joseph. Remember God is with us as he has been since we first knew about this baby. This is God’s timing, not ours.”

Joseph lowered himself to a sitting position beside her, clasping her hand. The lantern cast its hesitant light as the hours crawled by. The silence was only broken by the rustle of hay and the lowing of beasts. When the night was deep, the baby boy was born. Mary lay spent on the hay as Joseph wrapped him in cloth and handed him to his mother.

Mary held him and marveled at how perfect he was; ten tiny fingers and toes and a downy head. Her heart filled with love for her baby. As she held him close to her, she thought again of the little lamb she had held earlier in the day.

 “Oh Joseph, this is our own little lamb.” Mary held him tightly as they both gazed in wonder at this tiny visitor sent straight from the heart of God.

Jenny knelt in the snow in front of the manger scene in the square. The baby looked so peaceful. His eyes were closed and his red lips were slightly parted. His mother had wrapped the blanket around him so carefully.

“Blue,” thought Jenny, “blue like the sky.” She reached out her hand and stroked the soft wool of the blanket.

“Dare I touch his face?” Slowly she lifted her small hand and laid it on the baby’s face. It felt warm.

“Just like a real baby.” Jenny pushed the blanket back from his forehead and was surprised to see tiny strands of dark hair. She looked up at his mother, looked into her open eyes.

“She’s smiling at me.” Jenny lifted the corners of her lips to return the smile. “I don’t think she minds that I touched her baby.”

“Get away from there. Be off with you. Who do you think you are, touching the manger scene?” Harsh, cold words flowed over her. She jumped back startled, and stared into the angry face of the custodian.

His gray overcoat was fastened over brown pants which were wrinkled from wear. A fur cap rested on his shaggy hair; shaggy gray hair which escaped beneath the cap all around his head. Bushy eyebrows were drawn together tightly in an outraged frown.

“’Way you go. Back wherever scum like you comes from.” The man waved his arms wildly at her, shooing her away.

Jenny stood, her face twisted with disappointment and fear. She took one last look at the baby, then ran for the park across the street. When she reached the path into the wooded area, she paused and looked back to see if she was being followed. The angry man was still standing there, shaking his fist at her, but making no attempt to cross the street.

She pulled her leaden feet along the slippery path. The snow was still falling; that soft, gentle snow that embellishes the front pages of glossy magazines around Christmas. To Jenny it had lost its beauty long ago. It was just cold, far too cold for her shabby coat and worn shoes.

The tree branches overhead provided some shelter from the wind as Jenny continued along the path. A squirrel scolded from a low branch, but she ignored him. Her mind was still on the baby in the blue blanket.

“Beautiful baby, beautiful baby,” she crooned to herself. Her thin arms were hugging her chest as she pretended to rock the baby.

As she reached the other side of the park, she looked up at the apartment building blighting the skyline on the far side of the street. It had seen better days. Graffiti sprawled along the dirty brickwork on the lower levels, paint was a foreign substance to the doors and windows, and a sadness seemed to hover over the neglected domicile.

But it was home to Jenny. She had never lived anywhere else. She looked through kinder eyes not seeing the crumbling exterior, the dingy hallways, the tattered curtains. She only saw the familiar, the comfortable; home, her home.

She carefully crossed the street and entered the foyer. The threadbare carpet did little to absorb the dampness from her feet. The stairs rose before her, rising up along peeling, faded walls. Her steps slowed as she reached the first floor. Two doors down and she’d be home.

She pushed open the door to her apartment, entering quietly. “Mama, I’m home.” She kicked off her wet shoes and shoved them to the side with a damp foot.

“Jenny, where have you been? I’ve been calling for you out the window.” Mama bustled into the living room, wiping her hands on an apron that had once been pretty.

“Mama, I say the baby.” Jenny’s eyes shone as she looked at her mother. She was still holding her arms as though cradling the baby.

Allie, her mother, stared at her puzzled. She pushed back lank pieces of dark hair from her face as she observed her daughter. “Baby? What baby? What are you talking about, Jenny?”

“The baby in the manger at the square. I saw it. I saw the little blue blanket. I touched it, Mama.” She spoke with a dreamy lilt to her voice. “I touched the blanket and the baby’s face.”

“I’m surprised someone didn’t stop you.” She reached out and touched her daughter’s hair, slipping the small hat from her head.

“Oh, that old man who looks after the rink did chase me away. But that was after I felt the blanket and patted the baby’s face.” Jenny reached around and hugged her mother.

“Okay, enough about the baby. It’s time to eat. Get your wet things off and come to the table. We’ve got a pork chop to split between us tonight.” Allie turned to head back to the kitchen, wiping a stray tear from her eye.

“All right, Mama, I’ll be right there.”

Jenny always tried to obey her mother. She was all she had. Her mother refused to talk about her father. She had no memory of him, but she dreamed about him every night. He always wore a red jacket with a white shirt and tie. Jenny thought he was handsome. And he always took her mother and her away from their tiny apartment to a big house in the city where she had two dogs and an orange cat. She never told her mother about her dream. She knew it would upset her.

“Jenny-girl, you’ve hardly eaten anything. Can’t you try to eat a little more?”

Jenny-girl was her mom’s special name for her.

“I’m really not very hungry, Mama,” Jenny sighed as she pushed around a tiny piece of pork chop on her plate. “I’m just tired.” She sighed again then brightened up quickly and looked up at her mom. “I know I’ll feel better tomorrow.”

Her mama looked at her with sadness in her eyes. Jenny had seen that look before and would do anything to erase it from her face. She knew it had something to do with her and how tired she was.

It was cold in their apartment so bedtime came early. When she was ready for bed, Jenny went to the front window as she had done every night since the lights had been lit on the big tree down the street. There were no Christmas lights in her home, but she could see the tree.

“Mama, it’s so beautiful. Look at it with the snow falling on it.” She wiped the window and leaned closer to it.

Allie stood behind her, arms wrapped around Jenny’s shoulders to help keep her warm. Jenny leaned into her mother’s embrace, resting her head on her shoulder.

“Mama, what’s Heaven like?”

“Why are you asking about Heaven, Jenny-girl?” Her mother’s arms tightened around her as she asked the question.

“I don’t know. It just occurred to me. I think it’s warm and bright there. I think there are Christmas trees on every corner and a baby in a manger with a soft blue blanket under every tree. What do you think, Mama?” Jenny stayed in her mother’s embrace, tilting her head so she could see the whole tree.

“Oh, Jenny-girl, that sounds nice. I think you’re right.” Allie leaned her head down to nestle in Jenny’s hair.

Jenny yawned and snuggled closer to her mama. Allie picked her up and hugged her tightly.

“Time for bed,” she said cheerfully.

At midnight the coughing started, deep rough coughs, jarring Jenny from her sleep. “I can’t breathe,” Jenny wailed between gasps and coughs.

Mama was awake right away and forcing a straw between her lips. “Drink, Jenny. It will ease your cough.”

But the cough didn’t stop. Allie finally left the apartment and mounted the steps to the next floor. She rapped sharply on the first door.

“Sam, Sam, please wake up. I need your help.” She knocked again, harder this time.

Presently the door was opened a crack and a wrinkled face framed in a nightcap peered out at her. “What’s going on,” the raspy voice grated out.

“It’s Jenny, Sam, she won’t stop coughing. I need to get her to the hospital. Can you take us?” Allie reached out her hand, gripping his arm.

“Allie, it’s you.” He threw the door wide open. “Come in, come in. Let me get dressed and I’ll see if that blasted old car will start.”

“I can’t come in, Sam. I’ve got to get back to Jenny. Please hurry, I’m scared.” Allie started to cry.

Sam awkwardly patted her shoulder. “Now, now, Allie, we’ll get her to the hospital. You just get ready and meet me at the front door.”

The hospital doors loomed before them as Allie carried her precious bundle into the waiting room. The room was bleak. Lighting was dim and an old TV spewed forth a program unwatched by weary people sitting on plastic chairs. Sam and Allie found two seats at the back and Jenny was shifted to Sam’s arms while Allie went to register with the nurse.

A baby cried while an old man coughed discreetly into his handkerchief. Allie sat down dejectedly beside Sam.

“She said it’ll be at least two hours before a doctor can see her.” Allie pulled her coat around her and sighed.

Jenny stirred, sat up abruptly, and again began her coughing routine. The sound was disturbing, rattling deep in her chest. The nurse looked up from her paper work, rose and entered the room behind her. When she returned, she called Jenny’s name.

“Already?” Allie whispered to Sam.

“I don’t think she likes the sound of Jenny’s cough.” Sam‘s wrinkled face had the hint of a smile as he adjusted Jenny in his arms.

Allie lifted Jenny and followed the nurse into the busy emergency department behind the waiting room. Here the lights were bright and nurses and doctors moved about quickly, assessing their patients. A friendly face emerged from behind a desk and led Allie to an empty cubicle. The narrow bed had a clean sheet on it and Allie laid her burden down.

“Hello sweetheart.” The new nurse entered the cubicle with her clipboard in one hand, her eyes moving over Jenny.

“Hi.” Jenny smiled behind her cough.

“Are you cold?” The nurse felt her forehead and checked her pulse recording the information on her clipboard.

“Yes, very.” A little shudder rippled through her shoulders.

“I’ll be right back.” She patted her arm then turned to leave. When she returned she carried a heated blanket which she unfolded and gently placed it over Jenny, tucking in the sides around her.

“How’s that?” The nurse stood back and surveyed her patient again. Her forehead wrinkled as she smiled.

“Nice thank you.” Jenny snuggled under the blanket, flexing her cold toes to extract the warmth.

“The doctor will be here in a minute.” The nurse patted Allie’s arm as she left the cubicle.

While they waited, beeps could be heard coming from nearby monitors along with soft voices. People whisked by the cubicle bent on errands that needed their attention.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Mike. You must be Jenny.” A broad, cheery face accompanied the voice as he stepped into the cubicle. He seemed to fill the whole space with his presence. As he sat beside Jenny, he asked her questions while taking her pulse and listening to her chest.

“Jenny, I’m going to give you something to ease your cough and help you to sleep. I’ll have the nurse bring it to you.” He sat back on his chair, nodding his head.

“Thanks.” Jenny tried not to cough, but she was unable to stop. He face turned red as a rough one engulfed her again. She covered her mouth with her hand then quickly shoved it back under the warm blanket.

Doctor Mike turned to Allie as he stood and moved away from the bed. “When Jenny is asleep, I’d like to talk to you in my office. The nurse will show you where it is.”

“Yes, thank you Doctor.” Allie drew in a deep breath and moved to sit beside her daughter again.

When Jenny was finally sleeping peacefully, Allie sat and watched her daughter before rising to meet the doctor.

“How was I so lucky to have Jenny?” she whispered to herself. She leaned over the bed, brushing the dark curls back from Jenny’s damp forehead. She reverently placed a kiss on the flushed cheek and without looking back, left the cubicle.

Doctor Mike was busy when she reached his office.

“He’ll just be a few minutes.” The nurse looked up from her work and spoke softly to Allie. “Sit in here and wait for him. He particularly wanted to talk to you right away.” She indicated a chair placed just inside a small room.

The inner door opened and Doctor Mike loomed in the doorway. “Thanks for coming, Allie. I need to talk to you about Jenny.”

A cold chill ran down her spine the same time as a hot flush rushed up her neck. The doctor stood back to let her enter his office. He indicated a chair in front of his desk while he sat across the desk from her.

“What is it Doctor? Jenny will be okay won’t she?” A worried frown gathered around her eyes as she leaned toward him.

“Allie, I’ll be frank with you. I don’t know yet exactly what’s wrong with Jenny, but I don’t think it’s good.” He rested his elbow on his desk and rubbed his chin as he looked at her.

A sharp gasp escaped from Allie’s trembling lips. She quickly put her hand over her mouth as her eyes widened.

“We’ll need to do a number of tests and I need your permission for those. I know this is hard, but I know you want the best for her. I can’t treat her unless I’m certain of the cause of her cough.”

Allie pulled herself up straighter on her chair. “Of course you have my permission. I’d do anything for my little girl. Please just help her.” Then the tears came, running rivulets down her unfeeling cheeks. “Please, please help her,” she squeezed out between sobs. She fumbled in her pocket for a tissue, rubbing her eyes and blowing her nose.

Doctor Mike rose, patted her on the shoulder and left the office. The nurse returned almost immediately.

“Allie, we’re going to admit Jenny. The doctor wants her taken to a room as soon as possible. Come with me and we’ll gather her things.” The nurse turned and left quickly leaving Allie no alternative but to follow.

Allie sat by Jenny’s bed hour after hour. The tests had been completed early this morning and the doctor would soon be in with the results. She looked up as Sam came through the door. This was a new Sam; hair washed and brushed, a suit she had never seen before, face shaven, even his shoulders were pushed back as he joined her in the room.

“Sam, thanks for coming,” Allie said with a look of relief on her face.

“I wanted to be here with you. No one should have to face hospitals alone.” He sank into a chair on the other side of Jenny’s bed. Jenny was still sleeping quietly so they spoke in whispers.

“The doctor is coming soon to give me the results of the tests. Will you stay with me when he comes? I don’t think I can face it alone.” She reached out a trembling hand.

“Of course I’ll stay.” He gently squeezed her fingers.

“She’s probably going to be fine, but I’m really worried.” Her face crumbled but she held back her tears.

With a deep breath she watched the doorway from where she could hear the doctor’s voice. Sam rose and stood behind her.

Doctor Mike slipped into the room and approached the bed, nodding to Allie and Sam. He checked the chart hanging by a string at the foot of the bed, took her pulse, felt her forehead then turned to face Allie.

“I have the results here,” he said in a noncommittal voice holding up the papers in his hand. Sam’s hand found its way to her shoulder, resting comfortably there.

“Jenny is suffering from a severe case of pneumonia. We already know that she has a weakened lung capacity due to a birth defect.” He cleared his throat and scanned the papers in his hand. He looked up and right into Allie’s eyes. “I’m afraid there’s not much we can do.” He glanced at Jenny in the bed. “We’ll start her on medication, but you need to be prepared for the worst. I’m sorry. We’ll do everything we can.” There was compassion in his voice.

Allie sat stunned at the news. Sam rubbed her shoulder, a shocked look on his face.

“Do you have any questions?” Dr. Mike’s eyes roved from her’s to Sam’s. His hands were hanging loosely at his sides.

“I . . . I don’t know what to say. I can’t even think.” Allie whispered in a strangled voice, unable to move as yet.

“I know this is a shock to you. I’ll be available if you need me later. I’ll get the nurse to come.” He left the room, leaving them staring at his back.

“Mama, Mama.” Jenny stirred in the bed, pushing the covers back from her face.

“You’re awake, Jenny-girl.” Allie rose and went to her daughter, kneeling beside her. She adjusted the covers for her.

The coughing started up almost immediately, great wheezing coughs. Allie gave her some water which soothed her a little.

“Mama, I’m real sick,” Jenny managed to gasp out between coughs. She let her head drop back on the pillow. Her cheeks were pale and her lips were beginning to crack.

“I know Jenny. Try not to talk.” Allie smoothed her forehead, lifting her hair back from her face.

“But Mama,” more gulping coughs, “I want to tell you something.” She struggled to sit up but fell back.

“What is it darling?” Allie leaned closer and reached her arms around her.

“I want to see the baby in the blue blanket one more time,” she managed to choke out.

“Oh Jenny, we’ll see him once you’re better and out of here.”

There was only the torturous sound of her breathing for a minute. “No Mama,” she panted, “I need to see it today.”  Her hands moved restlessly over the blanket, picking at the fabric.

She fell silent, spent from trying to talk and from the retching coughs. Sam glided from the room, unnoticed by either mother or daughter. The nurse soon arrived and attached Jenny to an IV pole to start the medication. Jenny lay very still as the needle was inserted into her arm.

Mother and daughter sat quietly, holding hands. Jenny drifted off to sleep once more as the medication deadened the cough. Allie never knew how long she sat there in that one position. Nurses came and went offering her lunch or coffee which she declined. The doctor came in twice to check on her progress. It all seemed a dream to Allie.

Daylight turned to darkness and still she sat. Jenny’s breathing was laboured and a light sweat could be seen on her forehead. Christmas lights came on all over the city, visible through the hospital room window but unnoticed by Allie. Still she sat.

A slight knock on the room door brought her out of her reverie. She placed Jenny’s limp hand on the sheet and rose to answer the door. A woman stood there, her face was familiar but Allie couldn’t place her.

“Hi Allie, I’m Joan, the mayor. Sam came to see me this afternoon to tell me about your daughter. I’m so very sorry.” Her voice was low and sweet.

“The mayor? Ah … please won’t you come in?” She stood back and let the older woman enter the room. Her black leather coat looked expensive and was set off beautifully with a blue scarf and gloves. Although her hair was gray, it was styled in a youthful cut enhancing the beauty of her face. Under her arm she carried a package wrapped in a paper bag. Sam eased into the room behind her.

Allie stood amazed as she looked at this incongruous pair invading the hospital room. Joan smiled at her as she stepped closer to the bed.

“I have something for Jenny,” the woman spoke kindly, shifting the parcel to her other arm.

Allie nodded and moved close to Jenny. “Jenny, Jenny,” she spoke softly to her, gently touching her face. “You have a visitor dear. Can you open your eyes?”

Her eyelids fluttered then opened full. She saw her mama, Sam, and the strange lady.

Joan leaned over the bed. “I’ve brought something for you to see.”

Jenny smiled her sweet smile at the mayor.

Joan placed the parcel in her arms. Allie helped her unwrap it.

Jenny lifted the baby with the blue blanket from the bag. Her eyes had a faraway look of wonder in them as she cuddled the baby to her.

Allie’s mouth fell open as she realized what the bag had held.

“Where . . . How . . . ?”

“Allie dear, being mayor opens doors closed to other people. It’s one advantage of the job. Thank the gentleman with me. It was his idea, a grand idea. I simply did what he asked.”

Allie gazed at Sam with a new look of appreciation. He smiled shyly back at her. Then all eyes focused on the bed, watching the joy on Jenny’s face.

And as Christmas Eve made way for Christmas day, Jenny closed her eyes for the last time, a beautiful smile on her face as her arms encircled the baby in the soft blue blanket.

And His arms encircled her as she was ushered into His presence in eternity.

The sun was just setting as Tobias left his home to walk the short distance to his observatory. The air was warm and fresh and he enjoyed the walk. Life was good even though a little predictable.

Arriving at the observatory, he entered the building and removed his cloak and turban, hanging them carefully on the rack just inside the door. He took great pride in his orderly mind and manners. The room was becoming dark but he did not wish to light the lamp, instead he hurried up the stairs to where the powerful telescope hung pointed into the heavens through the opening in the roof.

He pulled the old wooden stool into place and positioned the telescope to begin his nightly scan of the heavens. All other thoughts ceased as he gazed into the known universe. His best hours were spent on this stool escaping the mundane of everyday life as he soared among the stars.

He began his scan in the north. All was as usual. He slowly turned the scope and checked each section of the sky. The stars were incredibly bright tonight, like gems set in a sea of black silk. There were a few shooting stars and a new alignment of planet and star which he had been expecting.

Tobias was an educated and wealthy man, enjoying the benefits of both in his life. He believed in God. How could you not believe, he always said, when you look into the vastness of the universe? The design of star and planet left no doubt in his mind of God’s existence and creative powers.

The moon had not yet risen making star gazing even more fascinating. The hours of the night quickly dissolved as Tobias gazed and made notes with his quill of all that he observed.

He continued to scan and jot notes until toward morning his scope was approaching the western sector of the sky. As he moved the scope he was surprised that the light was brighter than expected. As he panned the sector, the light increased. His first inclination was to turn the scope faster and find the source, but years of experience and training took over and he continued his slow pace of scan and note, scan and note.

He was beginning to get agitated and excited. Either something was very wrong or very incredible. Finally he had a lone star in sight. He had never before seen anything like this. Its immense size and intensity amazed him as it hung low in the western sky. Majestic was all he could think. Majesty! Majesty! Could it possibly be a king star? He had studied about king stars years ago, how a new star would shine in the dark of night announcing the birth of a king, but he had never believed the talk. In his learned opinion, it was just too fantastic to believe.

But here was evidence right before his eyes. Something unusual was happening. Something momentous. Something significant. He couldn’t take his eyes from the star as it shimmered before him.

Finally as he watched, it slipped below the horizon leaving a glow in the sky. He watched awhile longer then reluctantly closed the telescope and made his way home through the quiet streets, deep in thought.

After a few hours of sleep, he visited the civic building which housed old texts and records. He spent the day searching for answers and explanations. At the end of the day he was no closer to a solution.

Once again at sunset he was adjusting his telescope with great anticipation. This time he didn’t bother with the other quadrants but went straight to the eastern sector where the star should rise. As he watched, it rose in splendid grandeur. Excitement again consumed him. While the world slept he watched, made notes, and watched again.

To him, this heralded a significant event. It had to mean something. He spent the next few days researching by day, watching by night, sleeping when he could.

As the week progressed, he gained the distinct impression that he should be doing something, going somewhere. At the end of the week he received a letter from a man known as Barnabas the Great. He lived at a distance but was known to also be a studier of the stars. He too, had seen the star and had felt the urge to follow it. He requested that Tobias join him. This was so in line with Tobias’s thinking that he replied in kind. A messenger soon returned with another letter containing detailed instructions.

They were to meet in a fortnight where the Eastern Roman Road crossed the main caravan route. There was much to do in preparation as there was no indication as to where this would lead or how long he would be away. He decided to take something suitable for a gift in expectation of this being a king star. After much thought, he chose gold as an appropriate gift for a king.

At the appointed time he left the city and arrived at the agreed upon rendezvous. Barnabas the Great was waiting astride his camel.

“Greetings, Tobias.” Barnabas raised an arm in greeting.

Tobias halted his camel urging it to kneel. Amid protests of head shaking and moans, it lowered its body to the ground. Tobias slid from its back, walked three paces toward Barnabas the Great, and sank to his knees, pressing his forehead into the dirt.

“Tobias, rise.” Barnabas waved his arms at him. “I carry the name ‘great’, but that’s only because of my size. You must not bow to me.”

Tobias rose slowly, dusting off his robe, grinning at Barnabas. “I’ll remember that.” As he approached Barnabas, a servant was commanding the camel to kneel and assisting Barnabas from his back. The two men now greeted each other with the double kiss of welcome. Barnabas towered over Tobias, but the two felt an instant bond.

They talked far into the night and laid their plans. Barnabas was also familiar with the legend of the king star.

“Tobias, have you heard the ancient Jewish prophecy?” He leaned toward Tobias, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

“No, I haven’t heard of it. Tell me.” He leaned his back against one of the rocks that rimmed the area. A fire built in the middle provided heat and light for the two.

“Ancient Jewish prophets declared that a child would be born in Judea who would rule his people, Israel.” Barnabas’s hands were moving restlessly as he talked. He reached up with both hands and adjusted the brown turban which was sliding to one side as he flung his arms around during his story.

“Could it be possible, a Jewish King?” Tobias sat up quickly, watching Barnabas. His eyes reflected the flames flickering nearby. “Should we travel in the direction of Israel?”

Barnabas shifted his position pulling his robe tighter around him as the night air stirred. “I think we should journey to Jerusalem and make inquiries about the birth of a king. The Jewish leaders there should know if a king has been born.” He raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips as he looked toward Tobias.

“I agree.” Tobias blinked as smoke from the fire curled around in his direction. “Surely the leaders would know.”

As they talked through the night, they watched the king star rise and then set in the desert night sky. The brilliance of the star amazed and intrigued them. They felt compelled to follow.

Finally all provisions were stored, every man and beast was rested and the great adventure was about to begin. Bells jingled on harnesses, camels blew and snorted, men shouted as the great caravan got underway.

The next several days passed uneventfully. A low cloud cover had moved in on departure day so they traveled in the general direction of Jerusalem. On the next clear night they would be able to determine an accurate indication of the rightness of their decision.

Day five dawned bright and clear. Everyone’s pace picked up as they anticipated the evening when they could once again plot the direction of the king star. As they traveled the well known caravan route, they had met a few small groups coming toward them. Each time they stopped for a few minutes and exchanged news and necessary items. All had seen the star but although admiring it, treated any significance to it with complete indifference. Tobias and Barnabas were surprised at their indifference but recognized that these were unlearned men with business to attend and no time to follow the tale of a legend.

Toward noon they came to a crossroad, this one moving north and south from the main trail. As they approached, they could see another caravan off to the side beneath a few date palms, close to a natural spring. The thought of shade and water intoxicated the camels who picked up their pace considerably.

On arriving, they were greeted by a man dressed in rich flowing robes, intricately embroidered with threads of deep colours. On his head was a massive red turban held together with a gem studded turban pin. His skin was sunburned from many days on the trail.

Bowing low before them, he greeted them. “I am Miamar Rios the Third.” He straightened his body revealing deep lines on his face creased in a smile. “What direction does your journey lead?” He looked from one to the other. “What is the purpose of your travel?”

Tobias and Barnabas dismounted from their camels and bowed deeply in respect to Miamar Rios, acknowledging his superior status.

Barnabas extended his hand pointing west. “We are journeying to the land of Israel.” He indicated Tobias with his arm, drawing him into the conversation. “We are studiers of the stars and have seen an amazing and intriguing sight in the heavens.”

At this, Miamar lifted his head and stared. His mouth had fallen open as his eyes widened. “The star. You’ve seen the star?”

“Yes, have you also seen it?” Tobias rubbed his jaw and the back of his neck. His turban shifted with the movement forcing him to straighten it.

“Yes, I and my servants have been following it.” Miamar reached out his hands to them. “We reached these crossroads and were unsure in which direction to continue the search.” His extended hands trembled as his eyes searched their faces.

“Then we need to share information, my friend.” Barnabas grabbed his outstretched hands and shook them.

Around the campfire the talk was deep and intense. Miamar asked many questions and inserted his learned opinions. The conclusion to the talks came with the agreement that all three would continue together. Miamar agreed with their decision to travel to Jerusalem.

“I brought a gift in anticipation of finding the newborn king.” Tobias’s eyes sought the others. “I chose gold.”

“Appropriate for a king.” Miamar clapped his hands as his smile spread over his face. “And you, Barnabas, do you have a gift as well?” He turned his eyes to Barnabas, leaning forward and tilting his head.

“I was thinking along the same lines that if we found this baby, we should offer something.” He raised his hands, palms facing up. “I’ve brought frankincense.”

“Then I should have a gift as well.” His eyebrows squeezed together and he placed a finger on his chin.

It was soon disclosed that Miamar was a trader of myrrh and all three felt that would be a costly and appropriate gift. They ended their talks as the servants indicated the evening meal was prepared. As they supped, they waited in expectation for the sun to set and the king star to appear.

As evening descended, the king star was visible and pointing in the direction of Jerusalem. There was much rejoicing as they followed its path across the heavens. Soon they retired to their tents as they wanted an early start the next morning. Tobias was restless and sleep evaded him as he pondered the seemingly coincidental meeting and the anticipated meaning of the star. Sometimes their ideas seemed so fanciful to him and yet at other times he felt that he was following a pre-ordained plan.

Long before first light they were breaking their fast together and preparing to mount the camels. There was much grunting, snorting, and jingling of bells as the reluctant camels stirred in the cool air. The king star hung low in the western sky as the caravan began its ponderous journey.

They slowly advanced toward the place of the king star. Each night was clear and bright and they were able to fine tune their directions. The three men of renown greeted each new day with a thrill of expectancy.

“Tobias, look up ahead.” Barnabas had turned his head to see Tobias over his shoulder. His face lost its tired look as he pointed toward the horizon.

Tobias stretched tall and squinted where Barnabas pointed. “What is it?”

“Jerusalem. I think it’s Jerusalem.” He swung back around and shaded his eyes with one hand. “I’m sure it is.”

Miamar caught up with them waving his arms. “What’s all the shouting about?”

“Look, Miamar.” Barnabas laughed uproariously slapping his thigh then pointing to the horizon again.

Miamar urged his camel ahead of the others. His headgear was streaming behind him as he bent over the saddle. “I’m sure I see the gates of the city,” he yelled back to them. He slowed until they caught up with him. “The fabled city of the Jerusalem.” He raised his arms into the clear sky.

 “Tomorrow, tomorrow,” Tobias exclaimed, “we will see the holy city of the Jews and discover the location of the new-born king.” His eyes were stinging from the tears threatening to spill.

Not much sleep took place that night as they made everything ready for their entrance to the city. Robes were brushed, fresh turbans readied, gifts retrieved from the bottoms of camel packs as they anticipated the great arrival.

Before sunrise the king star was still visible and seemed to hang over the holy city of the Jews. As morning broke and they prepared to leave, the sun touched the gates of the distant city giving it the luster of gold. When they commenced the day’s travel, even the camels sensed the end of the journey and lifted their padded feet with more energy.

The sun was high in the sky as they entered the gates of the city. The heat of the day seeped into their skin and coupled with the animal smells of the market Tobias felt his stomach lurch. The crowds were intense as business was transacted in the lanes and market places. Ragged children lifted bare sun-browned arms to the men, begging for coins. Sellers shouted their wares and haggled with old men and young women. There was noise and confusion everywhere. Animals tethered to stalls brayed and bleated while chickens fluttered and squawked.

No one seemed to notice or care that there was a strange caravan in their midst. They stopped at the far side of the busy market square to confer. It would be hours before they could hope to see the star again and confirm its direction. They dismounted and stretched weary muscles.

“I say we make inquiries.” Miamar wiped the sweat from his forehead with a cloth handed to him by one of his servants.

“That seems to be the best plan.” Tobias drank tepid water from his pouch. He poured some in his hand and splashed it on his face.

Barnabas scanned the marked area, turning his head slowly in all directions. “Look at that group of men near the gate. Let’s approach them. They’re better dressed than the others and look like leaders.”

“Tobias,” Miamar gripped his arm, “you do the talking for all of us.”

He nodded his head in agreement and they worked their way through the crowd to approach them.

As they neared the gate, one of the group saw them approach. He nudged his companions and indicated them with a nod of his head.

Tobias bowed low removing his turban and holding it over his chest. The other two bowed as well.

“We have traveled a great distance and would inquire of you where the king of the Jews has been born.” Tobias bowed his head again.

The men stared at them in disbelief. One stepped forward, his forehead lined with wrinkles and his eyes narrowed. “What makes you think a king has been born?”

 They recounted their story about the appearance of the king star and their journey to seek the king. The men looked at each other and laughed.

“I’m afraid your journey has been wasted. No king has been born.” They turned their backs on them and moved away still laughing to themselves.

The three travelers were appalled at their reception but were all the more determined to find the child. They told their story to anyone who would listen but always received the same response. When shadows began to gather in lanes and along the sides of building, they were no closer to finding the baby king.

Miamar wiped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his robe. Streaks of dust clung to his face. He turned to look at the others.

“What do we do now? I was so convinced we were right.” He shook his head slowly back and forth.

“We are right. I’m more certain than ever.” Barnabas lifted his face to the evening sky, his chin jutting out and his lips pursed. He gestured to Tobias.

“I agree with Barnabas. I’m persuaded that a king has been born.” He scanned the street where they had stopped. “I suggest we withdraw from the city and set up camp for the night.” The others nodded their agreement.

They, along with their servants, picked their way through the deserted market area and out through the magnificent gates. A discouraged group gathered around and watched the flames of their campfire.

“We’ve come too far to give up the search.” Tobias broke the silence. He wrapped his cloak tighter around him and drew his feet beneath him.

“I agree.” Barnabas clapped his hands together. “I say we advance deeper into the city tomorrow and continue the search.”

A broad smile crept across Miamar’s face. “Agreed. If there’s a king here, we’ll find him.”

The news reached King Herod as he was reclining at his supper table. The tale left him cold with fear and the blood drained from his face.

“A king born to the Jews? It can’t be.” He jerked to his feet, arms in wild motion.  “Get my advisors.” He swept the food away from him with his foot. His appetite was gone.

Servants hurried off to do his bidding while others cleaned up the mess. Herod paced the length of the room, hands behind his back, muttering under his breath. Guests and family members scurried out of his way. He turned when the advisors were announced.

They swept the floor with their low bows. He flung his arms out toward them. “Tell me this is not true.” His voice carried throughout the room.

Cassius stepped forward, bowing again. “We recommend gathering together all the Jewish chief priests and teachers of the law.” He nodded his head. “If anyone knows, it will be them.”

“Then get them.” He turned from his advisors and resumed his pacing.

The palace became a busy place as these experts searched the scriptures for the words of the prophets. They found the words of the prophet Micah.

“But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel, whose origins are from of old, from ancient times.” Micah 5:2 NIV

Herod was disturbed by this information. He dismissed the Jewish leaders and talked long into the night with his advisors about the implications of the prophecy and the arrival of these magi. A plan was finally proposed, discussed, and accepted. After a few hours sleep, two of Herod’s advisors slipped out of the palace to begin their search for the visitors.

They reached the edge of the city as the massive gates were being pushed open by the guards. The swell of people and animals outside the gates began to surge into the narrow street. Herod’s men watched closely for the visitors from the east. Quickly they spotted them plodding slowly at the back of the line.

They approached the visitors waving their arms to stop. Cassius stepped in front of Tobias. “You are to follow us. King Herod awaits you in the palace.”

Barnabas gave a cheer. Miamar clapped his hands. Tobias grinned at both of them. With great rejoicing they followed the advisors into the presence of the King.

They related their story to Herod’s listening ears.

“I am greatly interested in your experiences.” He reclined on his couch and watched them with hooded eyes. “We’ve found the prophecies concerning the birth of a messiah for Israel.” He popped a grape in his mouth, chewing thoroughly as they expressed their joy.

“Where is he? We want to worship this new king.” Tobias inclined his head. The others nodded.

“Bethlehem. The prophecies say Bethlehem.” Herod rose and circled the room. He stopped in front of his visitors. “Go to Bethlehem and find the child then return to me with the location of the baby so I can come and worship, too.” His smile stopped at the corners of his mouth. “You must remain for a meal. I insist.” He gestured to his servants, giving directions for the meal and entertainment. He swung back around to face them again, the smile back in place. “Many of the wealthy, important people of Jerusalem will dine with us. They’ll want to hear your story about this baby’s birth.”

As evening fell, they were able to escape the palace and set off once more on the last leg of their journey. Once outside the city gates, the king star rose, intense in its brightness. When they reached Bethlehem, there was no need to ask directions as the star shone directly over the house where they would find the baby.

They approached the house and inquired of the servant who answered their knock if a baby lay within. On being told there was a baby, they asked permission to enter. Their request being granted they entered the house. When the parents, Mary and Joseph, brought the baby to them they were filled with an understanding from God alone that this was indeed the baby foretold by the prophets, the King of the Jews sent from God to rule his people, Israel.

These men from the east were overcome with awe and reverence. They fell down before baby Jesus and worshipped him. Mary and Joseph were amazed but humbled by the knowledge that these men had traveled so far to worship Jesus, driven by the appearance of the king star.

They presented their costly gifts to the baby as they continued to worship him. Mary and Joseph were overwhelmed by the gifts. They were not wealthy and had never owned costly things, but they knew it was all part of God’s plan to provide for them and for God’s son who had come to them in the guise of this tiny baby.

Reluctantly the magi withdrew from their presence and from the house. They journeyed a short distance outside Bethlehem for the night. The talk around the fire was filled with the awe and wonder they had experienced that day.

“I’m amazed that God chose to reveal his son to us, three men who aren’t even Jewish.” Barnabas sat with his back against a rock, his arms crossed over his robe.

“This baby has to be more than just a Jewish King.” Tobias leaned forward and stirred the fire. He gazed into the darkness beyond the flames.

“I, for one, will watch his life with great interest from afar.” Miamar sat with hunched shoulders, his eyes glowing with the reflection of the flames.

They sat in comfortable silence until the flames died down.

“Tomorrow we’ll return to Jerusalem and give our report to King Herod.” Tobias rose to tend the fire. “Let’s try to get some sleep before dawn creeps up on us.”

During the night Tobias had a disturbing dream warning him that they should not return to Herod as he had plans to kill the child. He awoke with a start, shaking from the dream. He recalled the details with horror then thanked God for warning him of the danger to the baby king. He was unable to get back to sleep and spent the remaining hours before dawn worshipping and communing with God.

In the morning he related his dream to the others who also recognized it as from God. They quickly changed their plans and set off on their return journey by another route and did not go near the city of Jerusalem again.

And so they returned to their own countries and out of the pages of history. We never hear of or from them again, but I can only believe that their lives were changed forever. Anyone who encounters God and His Son Jesus the way they did leaves the encounter a new person, changed within for eternity.