The Christmas Window, Cont.

Mother reminded us that although most pictures show the wise men coming to the stable to bring gifts and to worship the baby Jesus, they really didn't appear until later...

¹ Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, ²saying, "Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen His star in the East and have come to worship Him."
³When Herod the king heard this, he was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him. ⁴And when he had gathered all the chief priests and scribes of the people together, he inquired of them where the Christ was to be born.
⁵So they said to him, "In Bethlehem of Judea, for thus it is written by the prophet:

⁶"But you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah,
        Are not the least among the rulers of Judah;
        For out of you shall come a Ruler
        Who will shepherd My people Israel.

⁷Then Herod, when he had secretly called the wise men, determined from them what time the star appeared. ⁸And he sent them to Bethlehem and said, "Go and search carefully for the young Child, and when you have found Him, bring back word to me, that I may come and worship Him also."
⁹When they heard the king, they departed; and behold, the star which they had seen in the East went before them, till it came and stood over where the young Child was. ¹⁰When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceedingly great joy. ¹¹And when they had come into the house, they saw the young Child with Mary His mother, and fell down and worshiped Him. And when they had opened their treasures, they presented gifts to Him: gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
¹²Then, being divinely warned in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed for their own country another way.

I must stop thinking about Christmas! And miracles!  I guess it was just the sight of a little blind face at a Christmas window.  But, why a Christmas window!  I don't believe in Christmas!

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We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder Star.
Chorus:
O, star of wonder, star of might,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to the perfect light.