“I almost left my bed then. But my feet were warming up. It was a rare moment of quiet in the house; the soldiers had finally gone to bed. I had no desire to wake them – did I mention you don’t want to annoy a Roman soldier?
I imagined them, out there. I pictured the baby: cold, naked.
But I was snug and warm, and I didn’t want to move.
‘Someone else should help them. A Gentile, perhaps,’ I thought, as I drifted off to sleep.”
This time three years ago, I wrote the first blog post that turned into Those Who Wait.
This year, I’m writing at Off the Page with a special series, in the style of Those Who Wait. It’s called Prepare Them Room – a series of dramatic monologues exploring Advent through the lens of the Holy Family as refugees – and why we harden our hearts against those in need.
I know Advent time is at a premium, but I’d love it if you followed these four. Here’s the first – ‘Rachel’s story’ – What if God comes in disguise? Come over with me for an Advent read.