THE HOUSE OF JESUS \u200b\u200b'
beating wings. In light flight. Lightweight, light, an angel from heaven descended on earth. He was looking for a place for the birth of Jesus A home for him.
The angel of the sky flew on a hill. Towards a castle. Beautiful, robust and large. But in the castle the captain shouted orders ferocious.
guards pounding feet on the march. Wielded swords, bows and spears. Were preparing for war.
- No - said the angel - This will not be the home of Jesus
The angel flew in the sky over the plains. Towards a high mill. It seemed like a nice place. But in the mill owner was screaming very strong orders. The workers were running all day and most of the night. The blades, gears and millstones turned and turned. Turned on and on. The flour filled eyes. The noise hurt my ears.
- No - said the angel - This will not be the home of Jesus
was the dark angel of the sky flew the city. Towards the inn. It was well lit and heated. The walls were strong. But the inn was a great clatter of plates, forks, of mugs. The people laughed, screamed, insulted. The host was running furiously around the room.
- No - said the angel - This will not be the home of Jesus
The subtle breeze of the morning went with the angel of the sky into the country. The dawn shone in the cave and a cave sounded the bells of the sheep.
played for the fresh grass of the meadows that nourished.
played for the clear water of the stream that quenches thirst.
played for the sun shone.
played for the straw that warming.
sounded for the air freshened.
played for the earth.
played for the sky.
played for the sea.
sounded for all the creatures of earth, sky and sea.
And the angel came down to play with them.
playing and wait. Wait
Jesus in his house.
I wish you and your family Merry Christmas
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