Little Town

I am where King David was born. My name means, “House of bread”. I am located six miles south of Jerusalem; 262 miles northeast of Cairo, Egypt; and 140 miles southwest of Damascus, Syria. When the Caesars ruled, all roads did not lead to me, but to Rome. But still, I’m easy to find. I’m not the first in mind when one thinks of the Middle East. But the prophets spoke of me as the place where a Jewish Messiah would be born. Centuries later, the Jewish leaders gave King Herod vital information about me that caused him more than a little concern. It’s not always what or who you are, or whether you will ever become a star. God has always known about me, and religious leaders were well aware. No, I never became a star of any kind; but wise men came from afar and were led straight to me by a star. Nay, my friend, it’s not the size that ushers one to a place of renown. But it’s who or what comes out of you that makes one more that just a little town. O yes indeed. I am that Little Town of Bethlehem that made room for The Bright and Morning Star. Out of me came The Christ Child, Jesus Christ. 12162016cjPS; (An impersonation)