How well do we listen?

 

img_3243Josiah walked out of the workshop and headed across the courtyard, two large chairs in tow. He looked up and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, smelling the fragrant spring flowers in the afternoon breeze. He just stood there as the sun warmed his face and enjoyed the moment.

“Father.”

Josiah jumped slightly and laughed, opening his eyes and looking down at his teenage daughter. “Mary you startled me.” He put the chairs down and hugged his daughter.

“I’m sorry,” Mary smiled. She looked up and said, “You did jump a little.” She laughed and Josiah smiled and hugged her even more as he playfully growled at her.

“Were you praying?” She asked and stepped back a bit, looking at her father while thinking she might have interrupted him.

“No. But I was enjoying what God has done for today,” he said as he arranged the two chairs to point into the breeze. “Sit and let me show you.” Mary sat down eagerly. She was smiling knowing what her father was about to do.

“Now close your eyes and tell me what he’s done for us.” Mary closed her eyes. She settled her hands in her lap, took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
“Now, tell me. One at a time.” Josiah almost whispered and leaned in towards her with his eyes closed.

“The sun feels nice…and warm… and the breeze is cool, but not too cool.”

“Good, what else?”

“I smell flowers. I should pick some for mother.” Mary smiled, keeping her eyes closed, tilted her head back, then turned slightly as if trying to hear a distant sound.

“Keep going,” Josiah spoke softly.

Mary paused and breathed deeply turning her face towards the afternoon sun which gave her face an amber glow. Josiah couldn’t help but see Samira’s features in her face and smiled with pride at the young woman she had become.

“I smell cedar… and I hear birds singing in the distance… and a rooster…”
“And the caravan is here, so there are things to gather, and a donkey to load,” Samira whispered in their ears while gently putting her hands on both of their shoulders, smiling and pulling them together.

Mary jumped slightly as Josiah and Samira laughed. “Mother!” Mary cried out as she jumped out of the chair and playfully pulled away. She spun in a circle and tried to cover her smile with her hands. “Mother you scared me!” Mary began to laugh.

“She got you!” Josiah proclaimed pointing at his daughter. Mary crinkled her nose and grunted making funny faces at her father. Josiah reached out to grab her but she just avoided it and grabbed one of the chairs and ran towards small coral. Josiah quickly grabbed the other chair and ran after her. Samira watched the both of them playfully poking at each other only slowing down when they entered the coral and approached the donkey…………..

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This day a king is born!

A Prologue from my novel “Nathaniel.”

“Azeem, Azeem! Come quickly…Azeem!”

“Coming, lord,” Azeem cried as he came running into the room out of breath.

He looked around frantically and found his master standing at the rail on the balcony staring at the night sky.

“Azeem!”

“I’m here, my lord. What’s troubling you?”

“Troubling me? Troubling me?” Balthazar turned around quickly and embraced his servant, letting out a deep belly laugh as he hugged his servant and picked him up off the ground and spun in a circle. “Troubling me? You wonderful servant, you wonderful friend!”

Balthazar put him down and pulled him closer to the rail, so quickly Azeem feared he might fall over. Balthazar pointed to the starry heavens and said, “Do you see that? Azeem, do you see that?”

Azeem looked up and saw a magnificent star. A star like he had never seen before. It was so beautiful and he was quite sure he would have remembered this star, yet he had never seen it before.

“Master it is wonderful,” Azeem muttered as he stared in amazement. Both men stared for several minutes, marveling at it’s splendor and beauty. It was unlike anything they had seen before.

Balthazar urgently spoke in a whisper, “Azeem.”

“Yes, my lord?” Azeem responded quietly as they both stood still, mesmerized by the spectacle in the sky.

Balthazar turned towards Azeem and grabbed his shoulders, looking at him with an intensity Azeem had only seen before a battle. With the excitement fading from his voice he spoke with a sense of urgency, he spoke with the authority of a king.

“I need you to do something for me. Something more important than anything you have ever done before.”

“Of course my lord, anything. You need only to say the word,” Azeem responded respectfully.

“By now, Gaspar and Melchoir have seen the star. I need you to go to the stables and get our fastest steed and ride like the wind, ride all night and bring them both. Repeat to them exactly what I tell you and nothing else. Do you understand?”

“Of course, master,” Azeem said with a puzzled look on his face.

“Tell them these words from the holy text, ‘A star will come out of Jacob; a Scepter shall rise out of Israel.’ They will understand these words and will gather their things for the journey. Tell them to bring gifts for a king. Tell them to bring some frankincense and gold,” Balthazar raised his voice as Azeem was heading across the massive palace courtyard towards a large door leading towards the garden and stables.

“Go now quickly, there is a great distance to travel. When you return with them, the three of us will begin our journey. Hurry, go quickly, something wonderful has happened tonight.”

“Yes, master!” Azeem shouted as he ran from the room.

Balthazar smiled as he watched Azeem run across the courtyard towards the stables, the cool breeze blowing away the dust trail that followed him. He looked back towards the heavens and was once again filled with amazement and for a moment felt like a child again.

“God had returned to his people.

A king is born this very night.

A king that will save the world.”

Merry Christmas

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