I had a dream, Joseph. I don't understand it 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 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 lowing 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!
(Author unknown).
