A young lady and a good man. A tiny precious child. A tired donkey. An angel of God leading them by the lantern in his right hand.
You are one of them. You travel by night. Your party is small. But you are not alone.
The streets are empty. At least as far as you can see. Strange lands this side of the Red Sea.
Jesus is with you. He sleeps in your arms. He takes your family name. He rides upon your back. You walk a few feet ahead of Him to ensure the right and safe path.
You too are Jesus. Born a few days before. Completely wrapped up. Yet totally exposed.
Beyond the frame an onlooker more than watches. He paints the picture. He steadies the easel. He knows exactly where the finished work will hang.