She could feel it in her bones.
As the babe was thrown in her womb.
That life-filled tomb where death was dying.
As God’s presence threatened to break through as never before.
Opening the door of all doors. New Creation would come.
To these people who were traveling, numb.
Traveling to where they came from.
Following commands that seemed to come abruptly,
But had been set in motion ages ago.
Just pages to go.
Like nearing the end of incredible tome
No more would God’s people roam,
for Christ was coming Home.
For the first time.
And a new time it was, beginning.
A time not bound by self and sinning,
But a time of Jesus as Lord.
No longer ignored.
No longer proclaimed by sword.
But coming as living Word.
And that word was.
“In those days a decree went out from Emperor Augustus that all the world should be registered. 2This was the first registration and was taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. 3All went to their own towns to be registered. 4Joseph also went from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to the city of David called Bethlehem, because he was descended from the house and family of David. 5He went to be registered with Mary, to whom he was engaged and who was expecting a child. 6While they were there, the time came for her to deliver her child.” Luke 2:1-6