Follow The Star

Recently, Carolyn and I were flying back from Philadelphia. I was amazed as we were above cloud cover. I took a couple of pictures. It was glorious, beautiful, bountiful. And I wondered if anybody could see the plane. Was it breakable?

It took me back to a time in my cancer journey—another day with cloud cover, but gray clouds this time. I was on the other side of the clouds, driving home from Philadelphia. It was overcast. It wasn't beautiful, and it looked like it was unbreakable.

When all of a sudden, a sunbeam broke through those clouds. It was like a glory beam.

Carolyn and I were crossing the bridge out of Philadelphia, and as we saw this, we thought: That's heaven shining down on earth somewhere. And we said, "That looks like it's somewhere in New Jersey."

As we got closer, we said to ourselves, "That looks like it's shining down in Vineland, New Jersey."

And of course, when we got home to our street, that glory beam was lighting up my house.

We pulled into the driveway, the car lit up, and I basked in the glory of that sunbeam. As long as it took us to get there, it quickly disappeared. It was like God waited for us to get home, and God reminded me that He knows where I live and He knows what's going on in my life.

Ever since that day, I believed the words of Matthew chapter 2, verse 9, were true. The wise men were looking for the child, and after listening to the king they left. And once again, the star they saw when it rose led them until it stopped above the place where the child was.

The God of the universe, the God of the stars, the clouds, the sun, became flesh.

And He showed the wise men where to go.