“And the star they had seen in the east guided them to Bethlehem. It went ahead of them and stopped over the place where the child was.” Matthew 2:9 NLT
Today is the winter solstice, when shadows are longest and days are shortest. Short enough, in fact, that our first and last walks of the day are in the dark and in the cold. Such mornings tend to keep us from any desire to linger. This morning, however, with the sun’s disk still beneath the eastern horizon, the last quarter moon caused me to look up at its now waning orb to find a lesser light, the morning star (a planet) whose radiance, though less than heaven’s moon, still stood out in a brightening sky. (Another five minutes and it would surely succumb to the sun’s glow.) But instead of disappearing, in that moment it gained brilliance. It came not of its own accord, but by the contrails of a jet making most likely its first flight the day. As I watched, the aircraft appeared to intersect the distant light giving it “a tail as big as a kite” such that their combined width was now greater than the moon’s. If I had not been standing at that exact place at that exact time, or if the cold pre-dawn air had caused me to keep my head lowered without the desire to look up while Famous lingered over a patch of frozen grass, this wondrous star, half natural and half manmade would have been missed.
Christ came to bring God’s light to those who walk in darkness, to those whose circumstance and experience have given them little reason to look for his miracle of grace.
In every day, place me where I might see Your Light and bear witness of It.
