This is the question the magi from the East asked King Herod, the crowned King of the Jews. That magi, AKA wise men, asked King Herod that question is almost laughable. Essentially, they were asking this Roman figurehead, “Where’s the real king?” Then again, they didn’t have the internet. Perhaps they didn’t realize how dangerous…
Shaking my head in disbelief, I stared at this ragtag cluster of lean-tos, huts, and shanties. Was it truly home to the King of the Jews? But as we hesitated, the light of the star grew in intensity, and it pulsed as if impatient for us to get moving. I looked at my companions, and…
(This was originally posted in 2021.) As we move into the Christmas season, I am reminded of a question I’ve had about Jesus’s birth since I was a little girl. It always bothered me that Jesus was born among a bunch of smelly animals and laid in a feed trough. The standard answer I received…