stopped played his marathon of inspirational music; he would begin again when we appeared at the end of the aisle, just inside the vestibule.
However, the second I stepped into the vestibule, filled with people, a teenage girl burst through the door.
Her expression was one I couldn’t place. Fear? Happiness ? I didn’t know.
“Father. Father …” She took a second to catch her breath. “You have to see.”
“I’m about to start mass.”
“ Please, Father.” She grabbed my hand. “You have to see. It’s … it’s unbelievable.”
Not only was my curiosity piqued, but so were the many around me in that vestibule.
Hand in the girl’s hand, I walked outside and down the steps of the church.
There were people outside the church, all frozen in the street , staring up.
Second to the last step, I cast my eyes to the sky .
The moon was bright, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and there amongst all the stars, was the brightest star I had ever seen. Not only that, it was huge. Unbelievably huge.
“Merry Christmas, Father,” she said. “Is that it? Is that the planet, or is it a sign?”
I looked to the object in the sky that was no less than all I had read about the Star of Bethlehem. I watched it for a moment, and filled with a deep peace that I never experienced in my life, I turned to the girl and answered her. “Both.”
Two thousand years earlier a bright object appeared in the sky signifying the beginning of a new hope. That bright object was back, and I went inside the church.
One way or another, we were all going to be just fine.
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Jacqueline Druga’s novel span a wide range of genres.
However, the second I stepped into the vestibule, filled with people, a teenage girl burst through the door.
Her expression was one I couldn’t place. Fear? Happiness ? I didn’t know.
“Father. Father …” She took a second to catch her breath. “You have to see.”
“I’m about to start mass.”
“ Please, Father.” She grabbed my hand. “You have to see. It’s … it’s unbelievable.”
Not only was my curiosity piqued, but so were the many around me in that vestibule.
Hand in the girl’s hand, I walked outside and down the steps of the church.
There were people outside the church, all frozen in the street , staring up.
Second to the last step, I cast my eyes to the sky .
The moon was bright, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and there amongst all the stars, was the brightest star I had ever seen. Not only that, it was huge. Unbelievably huge.
“Merry Christmas, Father,” she said. “Is that it? Is that the planet, or is it a sign?”
I looked to the object in the sky that was no less than all I had read about the Star of Bethlehem. I watched it for a moment, and filled with a deep peace that I never experienced in my life, I turned to the girl and answered her. “Both.”
Two thousand years earlier a bright object appeared in the sky signifying the beginning of a new hope. That bright object was back, and I went inside the church.
One way or another, we were all going to be just fine.
<><><><>
If you enjoyed these stories, please check out more of Jacqueline’s work at www.jacquelinedruga.com
Jacqueline Druga’s novel span a wide range of genres.
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