So we are on the journey. Some of us have been walking for a while. Others are new to the trek. Each year, we renew our commitment to find our way home. We have been a bit lost. The city lights and the joys of influence and money cloud our eyes. If we make more, we will have more. We start out wanting more. The more we say about society’s goals. Give us deeper pockets, the funeral director ordered funeral suits for his clients. The Star shines bright in the Christmas sky.

The shepherds say Follow us. The Wisemen say the same. ‘For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.’

The road is strewn with hard stones to walk on. It requires good shoes and a keen eye. Along the path, we see those who have fallen by the wayside. Does anyone care? Once we stumbled and could not get up without the aid of another. The helplessness of our condition was profound. We consulted with our Guardian Angel and found a way to return to the journey. It is good to be back in the race. Many are the tortoise to the more fleet of foot hare. We seem to be stuck in place when we are moving to the sound of our own drummer. The timpani, the drum, beats consistently in our march to see the Baby.

The Christmas Scene is set. The sheep and oxen laugh at their good fortune. They are the first witnesses to the Desire of the Ages. In came Mary Joseph and the little sweet Baby. Angels stood guard around the barn where Christ lay in the manger. The religious leaders of the day were not there. They had no invitation. The poor of the land, the humble, the meek, witnessed the quiet birth of Jesus.

The man lame in his feet leaned on the healthy young leader. The blind took the leader’s hand and saw through his eyes the destination. Hungry children ate the fish and bread the smiling leader provided. His eyes were like infinity, and his voice sounded like a rushing stream and a flock of doves.

The singing angels assisted the millions on the path to home. They sang We Three Kings as they helped those who had stumbled and fallen and could not get up.