Mary's Dream

(Written by Lloyd D. Lance)

"I had a dream Joseph. I do not 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 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 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." 


"For to us a Child is born, to us a Son is given . . . and He will be called

Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace."

(Isaiah 9:6) 


Life is a coin.

You can spend it any way you wish,

but you can only spend it once.


"Yet you do not know

what your life will be like tomorrow.

You are just a vapor that appears for a little while

and then vanishes away."

James 4:14 (NASB)


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