Where is the newborn king of the Jews? We saw his star at its rising… Matthew 2:2
My 12-year-old son and I were in the car, on a dirt road through a forest, on our way to a swimming hole.
“Wait,” he said. “Is that an owl?”
I stopped the car and looked where he was pointing. All I saw were shades of green leaves and brown trunks and branches. But he insisted. And, after a minute or two, I saw it too—a large owl, sitting on a fallen log, far away from the road. We sat quietly and watched. At one point, the owl flew higher and closer, never taking its huge eyes off us.
I would have just driven on by. But my son, always alert to the mysteries that nature holds, had been paying attention, so he was able to see. And so Magi, wise and observant of God’s ways in the world, were led by the light to his son.
Lord, you have revealed yourself to us. May I pay attention and follow the light of your love.
Amy Welborn
Originally published January 7, 2018
