Today I am celebrating the Christmas Story. I am considering the Magi's journey. There was planning and packing, mapping - All things I love. But today I am thinking about the trip down the Joseph's street. I always pictured the Magi arriving during the day, but I reread Matthew 2 and realized, if they are following the star, they must have arrived at night or the evening.
I'm sure everyone isn't into the details like I am. They arrived. That is the important thing. That is all that matters, Dottie.
But, you know arriving during the day is different than arriving at night. Arriving at night and camping out on the doorstep until morning is different than knocking on someone's door at 1 am.
I also wonder about the conversations. Like what was said between the Magi, Mary and Joseph. These guys traveled for days, weeks, months even? I would think the Magi had to have expectations building up about what you are going to find, what you want to hear or say.
I've seen the paintings that beautifully depict the giving of the gifts. Perhaps because my love language isn't gifts, I can't imagine traveling thousands of miles to drop a good size lump of frankincense in front of a toddler king that the King of his country hasn't even heard about. Finding the king the stars proclaimed in a working class neighborhood with a carpenter as a father, not being properly trained in culture and class to rule!
I just can't help but think that the Magi walked away shaking their heads and wondering why they made the trip.
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