The times held perilous darkness.
People were running for their lives.
A tyrant raged with orders of death,
and hope felt like a distant illusion.
A man called to support her.
A Savior was born.
A dirt floor was the Chosen Stage for the grand entrance of Messiah. Centuries foretold the event, and yet only the unseen realm knew to cheer. Dreams, visions, and supernatural experiences were the catalysts of His coming. They still are. A bright light hung on the canvas of a dark sky. Wise people followed that star. Wise people still choose the journey of hope, abandoning the guides of despair. Underneath life-threatening oppression something magnificent was birthed. History pivoted in the prickles of hay and the scent of cattle.
It smelled – bad.
It felt – bad.
It looked – bad.
But, it was actually goodwill for all.
Through the pain of childbirth, God unwrapped the gift of Peace to mankind. This performance will never be outdone. Gruesome. Painful. Targeted. Glorious. Complete.
God still chooses dirt floors.
We still weep for hope.
But now …the angels’ song is caught into an eternal sound -
That vibrates around your name, your story, your purpose, and your life.
No one is excluded.
The Light has come - One for all!
We are never without hope.
Anyone who wants hope can have it.
Do you need hope?
Follow the star.
Katie Luse is a speaker and writer who is passionate about navigating life with eyes on a hunt for beauty.