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Mary's Dream
I had a dream, Joseph. I don't understand it. Not really, but I think it was
about a birthday celebration for our Son. I think that was what it was all
about. The people had been preparing for it for about six weeks. They had
decorated the house and bought new clothes. They'd gone shopping many times and
bought elaborate gifts. It was peculiar, though, because the presents weren't
for our Son. They wrapped them in beautiful paper and tied them with lovely bows
and stacked them under a tree.
Yes, a tree, Joseph, right in their house. They'd decorated the tree also. The
branches were full of glowing balls and sparkling ornaments. There was a figure
on top of the tree. It looked like an angel might look.
Oh, it was beautiful. Everyone was laughing and happy. They were all excited
about the gifts. They gave the gifts to each other, Joseph, not to
our Son.
I don't think they even knew Him. They never
mentioned His name. Doesn't it seem odd for people to go to all
that trouble to celebrate someone's birthday if they don't know Him? I
had the strangest feeling that if our Son had gone to this celebration, He would
have been intruding. Everything was so beautiful, Joseph, and everyone so full
of cheer, but it made me want to cry. How sad
for Jesus not to be wanted at His own birthday celebration.
I'm glad it was only a dream. How terrible, Joseph, if it
had been real.
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