Category: Crossing Cultures

The greatest Treasure

One Christmas in Karachi. Mary’s travel to Bethlehem in her pregnancy catches my attention. And imagination.

I’m expecting our second child at the time. Struggling with all-day sickness. I put myself in her shoes. On the rough road from Nazareth.

Arriving. Travel weary. And finding no place to stay.
Making do in temporary quarters. Where animals are kept.

Giving birth.
Away from home and the familiar.
Placing a newborn in the feeding trough.

Yet, treasure. In the midst of it all. She holds the Savior of the world in her arms.

Airport chairs. In the transit area.

Exhaustion weighs heavy in this middle place. This confined space.

And after the 17-hour flight across the Pacific, we mark time. Until boarding begins. For our next destination.

No longer living in the former place. Not yet setting foot in the new space. Caught in between.

Transit.

Transit area. Image by S Lafferty.

Nothing can separate us from His love. Nothing.

Death begs to differ. Disease and pain try to write a different story. The troubles in this world whisper hopelessness.

Loss. Division. Fracture. All attempting to question or deny His love, compassion, and care.

And yet. We dare to hope. Because of our Savior.

He writes the true story.

Grave and hope. Image by Gabor Bejo on pixabay.