Anyone who has ever read any of my stories or some of my poems know I love the night sky. I love to look at the stars on a dark blue canvas and see the moon in full, half or crescent.
I imagine how much our Creator loves us to give us a nightlight so it will never be completely dark and stars to not only enjoy their loveliness, but to the learned also be a guide.
I guess that's why I love the Christmas story so much. My husband and I just got through reading one of our favorite Chapters in the Bible: Luke 2, but
especially verses 4-20.
I am always so filled with love that God would send out a baby invitation, not only to the learned scholars who knew how to read the signs, but also to the lowly shepherds.
Believe me, I'm sure the shepherds were learned themselves from keeping watch over sheep during the night to know what the sky looks like and the changing of the seasons.
This was such a special event which would set at least three Kings on a journey in search of the one born beneath that one bright star.
But what amazes me and brings me to tears each time I read these passages is that God cared enough to send His special messengers to invite the least in Bethlehem to witness the birth of His son.
Wow, what a sight to see not only one Angel who told them where to find the baby, but the entire night sky filled with Angels singing, "Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, good will toward men!"
That is my wish this Christmas, that we would all know we've been invited to the party! ;)