Joan and I shared a historic moment on this great feast in 1968. A “star” led from our homes, to a humble chapel in Jabalpur, India. There were no glorious streams from heaven; no Magi, nor startling bolt as dropped St Paul from his mount. We couldn’t honour the King of King with frankincense, gold or myrrh. Yet our hearts beat joyously as we received Him in the Blessed Sacrament. Then, solemnly we sealed the covenant of our love before His altar. We came from our different ways. Now, united we stepped out by another way, on this journey, that’s both natural and spiritual.
What changed in the lives of those shepherds in Bethlehem, or of the wise men, we can only wonder. The moment revisits in many ways on the journey. Most of the time we are too taken up with busyness to listen. But, the moments that take us unawares are moments we treasure and like Mary and Joseph “pondering the event in our hearts”.