A long season of
turmoil... Trembling kingdoms and troubled hearts...
Kings argued,
empires shifted, and fear lay heavy on the streets.
The land groaned,
burdened by foreign rule and the sorrow of its people.
And then came the
great census, scattering families in every direction, each wandering to their
forgotten hometowns.
The story of such
a wandering journey from Nazareth to Bethlehem, long and uncertain, shadowed by
hardships and humiliation…
A quiet man
carrying the weight of a difficult truth—facing a shame that was not his - that
the betrothed bride promised to him already carried a child not his own.
And the young
bride carrying a mystery she barely understood. Weary and wandering, she was
seeking a quiet place to rest before the birth that pressed close.
The worst of
times...
The age of
foolishness...
The season of
darkness...
The winter of
despair...
Meanwhile…
A lone star had
already begun its journey towards the dark night sky over a humble manger in
Bethlehem.
And in that a
quiet manger, the weary woman found a shelter at last, unaware that she is
carrying within her the true light itself.
"The true light that gives light to everyone was coming
into the world.” John 1:9
