“Where is the new-born King of the Jews? We saw his star as it rose, and
we have come to worship him.”
Matthew
2:2
The star hangs in silent
suspension in the clear night sky. So far away and yet so bright, so beautiful,
piercing the darkness of space. It wheels its course in a soundless orbit, set
in motion long ago by the One who generously spangles the black depths of the
universe with an abundance of starry glitter. Earth is nightly invested with a
regal crown of breath-taking coruscated beauty and yet how often we miss this
nocturnal ceremony
