His name Shall be Called
“How are you feeling! That was a great question now, however that was five days ago. Five days ago she was ok, pregnant and fat, but ok. How am I feeling, well, considering I’m holding God, I’m rocking to sleep the Creator of the world, Fine.” At this Mary smiled to herself and thought about imagining other things that she would be doing that would violate all rules, and forms off nature known to everyone but herself. Who else gets to teach God how to walk, or speak, or teach him his law? How about even when she would need to take Him to Jerusalem and notice as he watched people making sacrifices and atoning their sins in front of their God a few feet distance. Maybe even the weirdest of all is when they would have too take all that they…..”And he shall be called, Wonderful, Cou…oh, and how is the stress of 14 hours!” Said Joseph trying very hard not to laugh and collapse on the floor in a spitting fit. Mary frowned. “Aww, come on I didn’t….” You have no idea.” Said Mary not even meeting his gaze. “Yeah but…” “Not even a clue.” Mary Interrupted. As Joseph opened his mouth Mary looked up and he very quickly closed it. At this the tiny form in the arms of the other tiny form started to wake up, however, unlike any other baby that she had ever seen, he didn’t so much as frown,ever. It took awhile each time to see this go around, but every time she came more to the reality instead of questioning it. It was like even in his incredibly vulnerable, small state, He knew what was going on. Even that He didn’t need to be told what was happening around Him. Silently Mary wondered if He could talk and chose not to. A baby choosing to not talk, this was too much. All of it was too much, why her? It absolutely amazed her about how God chose her to be the mother of a child when she had no experience with any other children of her own. Then it dawned on her, firstruits. Now it all made sense. Now she got it, but still, why this one, why her. Obviously, it was too late to pick someone else, and all of it was wearing her out, and she was tired already, in fact hadn’t she been up for like hours. 12 on a donkey, 14 in labor, and whatever else afterwards, so it was probably time to get sleep. Sleep, what a good idea, ideas, those are good things, things, things are…. “WOW!” “Well, have you got a time, or do you want to go at all?” At the apparently repeated question Mary decided that this would be a good time to pay attention to what Joseph was asking, “What, where?” said Mary very confused and entirely quilty. “Elizabeth’s, she asked you to come back as quickly as the baby was born.” “Yes, but I’m in far no condition to even consider making that trip again, right now. I’ll probably go, but I’ll have Him circumcised before I go anywhere, and we should do that here. This is His hometown. “Isn’t there some amount of time that we can tell her she should be expecting you for, you were there for 3 months! “There is so much to prepare for and to do that anything other than focus on the necessities would be of least importance.” added Mary. “Joseph, can we talk this over later, I’m absolutely done, I’m so tired….” “Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You know that Star is driving me crazy, it’s so beautiful, and there isn’t another like it that I have ever seen in my…” “Yes, we know.” Droned Melchior interrupting Gaspar for the 6th or 7th time. “We all have eyes, and senses that will be fine provided you don’t scrape them off of our bare anatomical beings!” “Gentlemen please!” said a rather impatient Balthasar, “What is this now, time 7 that we are going to do this monotonous pretentiously annoying jibber whilst I study?” “Oh, hail…king…patience!” Screamed Melchior as he assumed a fetal position causing Gaspar to almost wet his tunic. Balthasar groaned and turned the exact opposite direction so the fire could then bake the other side of him, and then proceeded to continue to study the star that had more or less redeemed Gaspar of all sense of the ability to think or reason for himself. The man had a great intelligence and most of the time would pick up on the smallest detail, remember history that only ancient manuscripts could prove right, and one of the greatest of his abilities- deduce the meaning of the stars themselves. The only downside to the man was that at any given moment in time, he would lose 30-35 years and become a babilling nonsensical kid showing no signs of studious ability but that of rather being confused, and carefree. Now, was definitely not the time for any of that,yet, they both, he and Melchoir, had been blessed with this sudden outburst of craziness, of the form and like they never saw anyone else exhibit. Balthasar started to pick up on the faint strains of another argument, releasing him from the comfort of his observation time, and having been pushed to the limit, he raised up on one hand and…”Wait.” He mumbled to himself and listened closer. Gaspar was getting himself back. “Is it not like the Star mentioned in the book of Isaiah and in many written books of ancient civilizations?” said Gaspar showing the familiar look he wore when thinking and recalling something that was jogging his mind. “Yes, I don’t remember a whole lot of the description of it, however it seems acurately close, what do you suppose it means?” Asked Melchior hoping that all the arguing was putting Gaspar back in reality. “That’s just it.” “It has no pattern, and the Star itself is so large that any mathematical algorithm cannot work, the source is to strong. Unless that is it, it cannot be understood because the source is too strong.” “That makes alot of sense.” Melchior sarcastically added. “Aren’t the colors so different? Each star has their own colors depending on their make-up and origin.” These colors I’ve never seen.” Looking up, Melchoir noticed it as well. How did he miss that? “See.” said Gaspar, “It has no strict color pattern, because it is all white light. And the purest form of it, for there are no breaks in the glow or beam.” “How is it possible?” said the now astonished Melchoir. Upon hearing this Belthasar decided to peek at it, through Gaspars perpective. It was true, this light from this star didn’t fit any prototype of any of the heavenly bodies that they were well known for understanding. Rarely could they not deduce the meaning of any particular star, because as everyone noticed, there knowledge was extensive and there understanding great. “It’s so pretty!” “Gaspar?” Asked Melchior cautiously as he slowly lowered his eyes to the man who was losing it. Again. ” Can I have it?” Yeah sure. “What are you doing?” Whispered Belthasar very loudly. “He’ll actually try to get it you scrit!” Too late. For by this time Gaspar was trying to fly. “Oh no.” groaned Melchior as yet again Gaspar enjoyed himself in the sand, flapping like a bird trapped in a wine vat. “Oh no. Oh no.Oh no.Oh no.Oh no.” Said Gaspar in a high pitched voice while laughing and flapping around, jumping histerically and rolling in the sand. “Suppose I kick you?” suggested Balthasar to Melchior. “Do it.” said Melchior egging him on. “Your sixty years old and can hardly pick up your own spoon!” “I’d rather follow that star.” Said Belthasar noticing the dare in Melchiors voice. “Do it.”….”Stop saying that your gonna get him…” “Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!” “I’m going.” “Where?” “To the end of that Star!” “Why?” At this Belthasar looked at Gaspar and stretched out his hand for added emphasis even where not needed. Nothing more was said, and as Melchoir put out the fire, they left, all three to follow the Star, wherever it went.
