The Christmas tree star’s back where it came from, boxed up until it’s time to shine again. No more signs of Christmas other than some wee lights wrapped around a potted cactus in the living room. Not a bad visual.
Life’s prickly here and there and even pinpricks of light make a difference, poking hope into dark places in us, out there.
Sometimes I wonder, what were the days and weeks like for Mary, Joseph and Jesus after the star, shepherds and stable returned to simply shining, sheep-tending and stabling the inn’s four-legged guests? The Bible doesn’t go into a lot of details, which may explain why we like filling in the holes God leaves, tho’ we do know the Magi never made it to Bethlehem’s barn. Somewhere along the way, we must’ve decided we needed to add some pizzazz to the stable. Hard to imagine a church pageant or nativity scene without the three Wise Men off to the side, adjusting regal robes, head pieces, toying with fancy bottles and boxes.
Truth is, they weren’t needed right away. Shepherds were God’s pick to be first to sign the baby book. Wise Men came later, just in the nick of time. God’s time, not St.Nick’s.
Maybe that’s why I’m stuck staring at this cactus, doing its part to shine, to carry some of that Star into this year, scatter some darkness. Just a sliver of light illumines a path to Bethlehem and without much ado, anyone with eyes to see and ears to hear, recognizes life’s a prickly place, back then and now, yet God in the middle of our muddles sleeps like a baby.
Maybe we can, too.
Prickles may have their day.
Light shines best at night.
Not all stars need go back where they came from.
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