CHAPTER VIII

THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD

The household of Samuel the weaver lay sleeping soundly. The dim light

of the small oil lamp revealed the figures of Samuel and his wife

wrapped in heavy slumber, with Jonas, rolled into a plump little ball,

at his mother's feet. Naomi lay close by with arms outstretched. Her

dreams were pleasant, for her lips were parted in a smile. Ezra was

missing. He was again spending the night in the fields with shepherd

Eli. The friendship between the old man and the lad had grown more deep

and strong since the night of the Angels' Visit, and they never wearied

of discussing the wonderful event and all the marvels that had followed

in its train.

These happenings had roused all the village of Bethlehem, and had now

touched even the city of Jerusalem since the appearance of the Wise Men

from the East, who, following His star, had come to worship the King of

the Jews.

That very evening Ezra and Naomi, caught on a lonely hillside by the

sudden fall of night, had with one accord pointed to the dusky road

below, along which rocked noiselessly three tall camels bearing the Magi

rapidly in the direction of Arabia.

"They brought gold and frankincense and myrrh," murmured Ezra, "the

offerings to a king."

"Aye, to my King, to my Messiah," answered Naomi happily. "Oh, Ezra, I

would that I had all the gold and frankincense and myrrh in all the

world that I might lay it at His feet. How can the neighbors doubt when

they see what He has done for me? Who but the true Messiah could open my

eyes and give me sight again?"

Ezra shook his head.

"Many do believe, Naomi," he answered. "And all thy life now thou canst

be a living witness to God's mercy and love. How happy He has made us

all! Father and Mother, thou and I!"

"And Jonas, too," said Naomi quickly. "He laughs and plays with me now

as never before. He knew that something was wrong, though he could not

put it into words. We are to begin again to dig our well to-morrow, he

and I. I promised him."

It may be that Naomi's dreams that night were of this pleasant task that

awaited her; it may be that in her sleep, as in her waking hours, her

thoughts were filled with visions of the Christ Child even as her heart

was full of love for Him. Her smile deepened, and she did not stir as

the night wore on.

The stars were growing pale, though morning was still far off, when the

deep silence of the village was broken by the sound of feet running

lightly, cautiously, up the lane.

Nearer and nearer came the footsteps until they halted before the door

of Samuel's house, and a little figure, panting and breathless, stepped

quickly within.

Naomi sat upright and peered sleepily through the gloom.

"Ezra, is it thou?" she asked in surprise. "Is it morning yet? What

brings thee here?"

"I have news, Naomi, bad news, I fear," the boy answered. "I must waken

my father and mother. Whatever is done must be done quickly. There is no

time to lose."

"I hear thee, son," said Samuel's voice unexpectedly. "What is thy

tale?"

"And my mother?" questioned Ezra. "It concerns Jonas."

"I sleep not," said Jonas's mother, broad awake in an instant, and

drawing the drowsy little ball into her arms in swift alarm. "Tell thy

story quickly."

"As ye know," began the boy hurriedly, "I went down to the Fields of

David at sunset to spend the night with shepherd Eli. And as I passed

through the gate old Nathan hailed me. He told me that one of the

shepherds had borrowed his warm cloak and had not yet returned it, and

that he was now full of aches and pains and sorrows because of the lack

of it. He charged me straitly to tell the shepherd to return it at once

or he would have him haled before the magistrate at daybreak, and that

he would not cease his watch for it nor sleep that night until the cloak

was round his shoulders once again.

"When I reached the Fields, I gave his message, but the shepherd who

had taken his cloak was not there; he had gone in search of a lost

lamb. And when, less than an hour ago, he returned, he asked me to keep

him company to the gateway, and help him make his peace with angry

Nathan. They know that Nathan is friendly to me," added the boy in

explanation.

"And I know that some night, wandering about as thou dost, thou wilt be

caught by beast or robber," growled Samuel. "Resume thy story."

"The shepherd and I," continued Ezra hastily, "were passing the inn when

I saw a figure by the roadside beckoning me to come to him. It was

Joseph of Nazareth, and behind him in the shadow was his wife, Mary,

bearing the Christ Child in her arms. He spoke low so that the shepherd

should not hear. He told me that an angel of the Lord had appeared to

him in a dream, saying, 'Arise and take the young child and his mother

and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I tell thee: for Herod will

seek the young child to destroy him.'

"He spoke no more," Ezra went on, "but I said unto him, 'My little

brother, think you there is danger for him?' He nodded in reply, and

then I asked, 'Start you at once?' He nodded again and stepped back into

the shadow.

"At the gateway old Nathan, glad to see his cloak again, let me through,

and I hastened home to tell the tale to thee."

Ezra's mother had already arisen and, opening the great carved chest,

had taken from it warm wrappings in which she was bundling the still

sleeping Jonas.

"Deborah, the vine-dresser's wife, leaves at sunrise in the caravan for

Joppa." As she spoke, she worked busily gathering Jonas's little

garments into a bundle. "For friendship's sake she will take Jonas with

her. We have, in her, at least one true friend in Bethlehem. Her mother

lies at Joppa sore stricken with a fever, and it may be that our boy

will take the sickness and perchance will die. But rather would I see

him in his baby grave than in the clutch of cruel King Herod."

"I will go with thee, wife, to carry the child," said Samuel gravely,

seeing that her simple preparations were now finished. "Give thy brother

a kiss in farewell, children. It may be thou wilt never see him more."

As Naomi stood on tiptoe and pressed a tender kiss upon Jonas's plump

cheek, he suddenly opened his dark eyes and, at sight of his sister,

broke into a broad smile.

"Farewell, Jonas, farewell," whispered Naomi, her eyes full of tears.

"When thou returnest we will dig the well behind the myrtle bush, thou

and I. Farewell!"

Then she laid her hand upon her father's arm.

"Father," said she in a low voice, "the little Messiah also traveleth

far to-night. I owe to Him my sight and the happiness of us all. I would

fain give unto Him a gift. I would that I might give unto Him my little

Michmash, that He may be borne swiftly and surely on the long road that

He must go."

Samuel looked for an instant into the brown eyes upturned to his own. He

remembered the darkness, the suffering, the vain hope, the despair,

then--blessed be Jehovah! the Light that had appeared and that had so

wondrously shone into the life of his little maid.

"Yea, child," said he warmly. "No gift that thou couldst give would be

too great."

"Ezra," cried Naomi, "canst thou overtake them, think you?"

But Ezra had already left the room, and could be heard in the shed

behind the house fitting the bridle over the astonished Michmash's head.

Naomi caught up her little scarlet cloak from out the carven chest, and

as Ezra came past the door, leading the little gray donkey, she flung it

across her brother's arm.

"The journey down into Egypt is far, and the night winds are cold. It

may be my scarlet cloak will keep the little Messiah warm."

She threw her arms about her donkey's neck and laid her cheek against

his soft furry nose.

"Fare thee well, little Michmash," she whispered. "Stumble not nor

falter on the way. Thou carriest the Light of all the world, the Hope of

every heart upon thy back. Farewell, farewell!"

Sunrise--and again Naomi stood alone upon the housetop. Her night of

darkness behind her, she turned her happy gaze upon the morning sky,

blue and rose and violet, whose clouds touched to misty purple the

hilltops and the peaks that surrounded Bethlehem village. Below her lay

the white stone houses, a few steep fields of dark ruddy loam, the

sloping gardens with their vines, their fig and olive trees.

From where Naomi stood the road that led to the Holy City was hidden

from view by the mountain peak Mar Elias, and as she looked toward it

her face lighted and she clasped her hands before her. For on the

mountain-top rested two great clouds like angels' wings, and with a

heart full of awe and reverence and love little Naomi felt that she

stood in the very presence of Jehovah God.

What though the promised Messiah was fleeing secretly and in dread from

His own country? The Lord was mindful of His own, and was even now

keeping watch over His people. "Behold, He that keepeth Israel will

neither slumber nor sleep."

She had no words. She could only stand and let the tide of love she felt

sweep over her again and again, until softly and almost imperceptibly

the Heavenly Pinions faded away into the blue.

When Ezra came he found Naomi looking toward the road that wound

ribbon-like past the Bethlehem inn down into the land of the Pharaohs,

the country of the Sphinx and the Pyramids.

He nodded at the question in her eyes and silently pointed out to her a

little group that moved steadily forward upon the dusty road below.

"Dost see them?" asked Ezra softly. "Joseph, staff in hand, leads little

Michmash who bears the Mother and the Child upon his back. He steps

forth bravely, the little beast. Ah! now they take the turn that hides

them from our sight. Our little Messiah! Gone from us after so short a

time!"

"Aye, but to come again," said Naomi confidently. "I know it, Ezra. I

was blind and now I see. As a tiny Babe He brought the light to me

alone. But when He comes again, He will be the Light of all the world,

Ezra, the Light of all the world."

THE END

End of Project Gutenberg's Christmas Light, by Ethel Calvert Phillips

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