Sometimes in life everything seems right. So incredibly right.
But, it turns out you are wrong. So incredibly wrong.
Other times, everything seems wrong. So incredibly wrong.
But it turns out, you are exactly where you are supposed to be.
I can imagine the magi chatting away, following the star, reflecting on the bizarre encounter with the king and his devoted entourage.
How could they have been wrong? Isn’t the king supposed to be born in the palace surrounded by glamour and pomp, guards and privilege?
But, clearly, not this king.
They also anticipated the culmination of their journey.
What is it going to be like? How will they feel when they finally see him face to face? Could they touch him?
They could feel they were getting close. They could feel it in their bones… in their marrow.
Then the star suddenly stopped. They looked at the modest shack before them, at each other and then back to the star.
This can’t be right…
I agree. It’s way too… shabby. Too plain. No king is ever going to be born here.
Yea, let’s just move on.
But the star. It seems stuck. It’s not moving.
I don’t feel right moving on without the star.
Well, at least we can check it out. We were wrong once. We could be wrong again….
Just then the door opened and a man walked out. Behind him, in the light of the setting sun they saw a young woman holding a baby in her arms.
They looked around again – the stuck star, the simple house, the man and the woman. And even though everything seemed so wrong, so incredibly wrong – no pomp, no glamour, no guards no protectors - they knew - knew it in their bones, knew it in their marrow, that they have arrived at the right place at last.
This post is the eight installment in the Magi-cal Journey series.