Estelle and Robert: To Know Him

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Chapter 1 (v.1) - One Starry Night

Submitted: July 14, 2019

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Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem.

When they came to Herod's kingdom, assuming that the Lord would be cradled in the best of beds, with a multitude of servants at His bidding, looking around and not finding Him in the castle they furrowed their brows, "Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him."

A cloud of darkness passed over Herod's face. "A King?" He hissed to his servants gathered nearby, before dismissing the scholars from his sight. There couldn't be a rival to his throne, all worship must go to Herod alone! He quickly changed his facial expression before turning to the wise men, the scholars of the day. They would likely not disclose any more information willingly if he showed any anger towards this so-called King of the Jews. Still, his voice betrayed him, as he demanded of the peoples in his Kingdom, "Where is this Christ supposed to be born?"

"In Bethlehem of Judaea: for thus it is written by the prophet, And thou Bethlehem, in the land of Juda, art not the least among the princes of Juda: for out of thee shall come a Governor, that shall rule my people Israel."

Herod ran a hand over the stubble on his chin, leaning towards the wise men he called back into his presence, "When did this star appear, anyway?" His mind was already working overtime, planning ahead and ahead of what his next move was. It was bad enough that he knew all men are appointed to die but to step aside and let someone else take his Kingdom was out of the question. In the flurry of thoughts, he missed what the men told him. He shrugged it off, better to remain clueless then look incompetent. "Well, go ahead then to Bethlehem," he dismissed them with as casual a wave as he could muster, twisting his lips into a sinister smile, " Go and search diligently for the young child; and when ye have found him, bring me word again, that I may come and worship him also." His lips curled in utter disdain.

The scholars looked one to another, missing the look upon Herod's face, so great their joy as they hurried toward the door, pausing only to adjust their camel straps before they continued, eyes looking up at the start that went before them, leadin...

The scholars looked one to another, missing the look upon Herod's face, so great their joy as they hurried toward the door, pausing only to adjust their camel straps before they continued, eyes looking up at the start that went before them, leading them precisely where the young child was.

They praised God who had lowered Himself into the form of a man. Salvation had come. The echoes of their worship penetrated the night, waking up Estelle, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she peered out the window of the inn that had filled up nearly instantly with the out of towners to give their taxes, a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed. This wasn't home sweet home! After their family had squeezed out so much extra to secure a room, the least the sleepy town of Bethlehem could do was keep the noise down so the tired travelers could sleep. She shook her head, climbing back inside the little cot.

 

 


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