It’s a sign and one we were supposed to listen to: The star over Bethlehem.
It MEANT SOMETHING.
I was raised to think that listening to stars—aka astrology—was foolish superstition at best. But there is always this story. Jesus had a star to announce his birth.
There is something to the stars. They have something to tell us.
We know a lot more about stars than we used to. SCIENCE has uncovered that many properties of gas. Our sun is a star, and we know that it is a mass of incandescent gas.
The sun doesn’t feel like a star, though. The sun is right here up close, and stars are tiny. Except they aren’t. They are far far bigger than our planet.
So mysterious. They inspire contemplation and ambition. Reach for the stars! We know we can’t reach them and yet the trying is still worth it.
The stars are telling us things. If we go scientific, they give hints about the shape of the universe. If we go mystical they whisper of a community where we belong. And if we go stand outside on a clear night, they put us in perspective. Yes, we are small. And yes we are vastly capable.
There is so much more to learn.
Those wise men seemed to be the only ones paying attention. Funny that. No one else in the story mentioned the star. But those wise men
Were paying enough attention to hear what the stars were telling them. They packed up and took action.
I aspire to be that wise. I’d like to notice the subtle signs and be the first to know.
I’m more like the shepherds, I think. It takes a wallop with a 2×4, like a host of angels singing. Undeniable signal that something special is going on.
There are signs everywhere we turn, above our heads and below our feet. I aspire to be wise enough to see them.