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 the 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.
-Anonymous (as far as I know)
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