Matthew 2:13-23Â – The 1st Sunday following Christmas â€“ for December 29, 2013
â€œWhen Herod died, an angel of the Lord suddenly appeared in a dream to Josephâ€¦â€ (Matthew 2:19)
It was dark; we were paralleling a river and the cold evening air mixed with the water to produce swirling fog.
First it was one deer, leaping across the road. I braked and went from slow to slower. Then two more burst from the gray-shrouded woods. Then another. Though not at a complete stop, a crawling baby would have moved faster that we were. We eased forward, holding our breath, the four deer now a memory of flashing legs and fog wisps. It was a moment when my rational brain knew what I had witnessed, but at the same time I had a â€œWas it real?â€ question swirling in my mind like the eveningâ€™s fog.
Then a fifth deer burst across. Then gone.
How much time had passed? Five seconds? Ten? Both of us, our car at a complete stop, stared through the windshield. Was it real?
I was remembering those Wisconsin deer because on my drive home last night I steered through numerous â€œherdsâ€ of deer. Continue reading →