I discovered this painting in the small chapel of my church back in June.
Last Sunday I invited my son-in-law, Brad, in to see it with me. He and Dale, my son, are making an unexpected move from where they thought they would be for the next couple years -New York City- to Sewanee, Tennesee in January.
And I, having dreams of moving, know that 2015 holds more substantial change, most likely a physical move from the dwelling I have called home for 13 years.
Both of us stood looking at the picture.
Brad mentioned Mary, bending over her newborn son.
I mentioned the star- pointing to it, emphasizing the long tail, the position of it over the baby.
In our common places of uncertainty, we both continued to look at the stable.
A shelter for animals.
The birthplace for God’s son.
And a word that also means “firmly established.”
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