The Snowglobe

I was born in the middle of a winter’s night. My Father made a star for me and placed it high above the stable. The greatest star ever seen lit the night sky. My crib mates were a humble crew of animals… I didn’t mind. Animals are unconditional and my arrival was just another addition to their already diverse family.  I felt accepted in my manger. My doctor was a man named Joseph. My mother a single girl named Mary. My family rumours started before I was even born and at a minute old, I was already the target of a murder plot. My army, a group of wise old men that could barely walk, a tired donkey, and a couple of Shepherds with staffs as their weapons. Above them…a host of Angels singing, some on key, some off. But they pulled it off.

My story would be written in the greatest of books. I am for the humble, for the weak, for the homeless the skeptical and the scattered.  The greatest gift that I could give you is Love. While on earth I didn’t own a thing other than the clothes I wore.  Eventually they were taken. I came from humble beginnings and yet that never bothered me.  I turned water into wine, walked on water and healed the blind. I was eventually betrayed by one of my own friends. Hung on a cross and then buried in a borrowed tomb…but…I gave it back when I chose to live.

For years my birthday has been celebrated in winter. Just a winter tale to many. I will admit, most of it seems unbelievable. Maybe that’s why at Christmas time you all post “Believe” signs everywhere.

The wisemen are with me now way above the star my Father gave me. One of them still smells like the myrrh he spilled on himself one bumpy camel ride.

The world a snowglobe in my hand I can look in and watch you. Sometimes, I give you a little shake just to see if it whips up any faith…because that’s all it takes to Believe…just a little Faith.