We ran because God told us to run. No one aspires to become a refugee: the taste of humiliation is bitter. We ran, not to improve our lives, but to save them.
In the evening, we’d celebrated the coming of the Magi, feasting on good wine and meat. I was deep in contented sleep when I dreamt I was a boat, rocked from side to side by waves. I awoke to find Joseph shaking me.
“We need to go. Now.”
In case you missed it back in December, this was the final instalment in my Prepare Them Room series for Off the Page. I wrote the Advent story through the lens of hospitality and refugees – this week it was Mary’s experience in Egypt. Come with me to Off the Page to check it out.