Today, I am still celebrating the Real Christmas Story. I am celebrating the journey from Bethlehem to Egypt, made in the middle of the night. Joseph has an Angelic Dream and takes the family to Egypt immediately. I search the internet for random bits of information: How far from Bethlehem to Egypt? about 200 miles. I reread the Matthew 2:9 - 23 again and wonder. About the star the Magi followed and how they followed it to where it stopped: at Joseph's home. I read about how the Magi had their own Angelic visit and were also obedient and left a different way. I notice how an angel visit seems to prompt immediate obedience from the Magi, the shepherds and Joseph. This is Joseph's second dream where an angel appeared to him.
I think about the journey 200+/- miles with no planning. Perhaps they were living out of suitcases already, but the planner in me feels this sense of overwhelming dread. (I need toothpaste, shampoo, dental floss - how many days again until we pass a store? Is the Visa paid up? perhaps a new tooth brush and cash. A major bank withdrawal.)
200 miles equals a journey of 10 days at 20 miles a day. With a 2 year old . . . How do strollers work in miles of sand?
This journey has taken on a whole different meaning for me. Now that I have counted the cost, I think I'm going back to bed. Maybe the Angelic visit makes all the difference in the world. Maybe being in utter terror for your life and the life of your child does it.
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