Text: Matthew 2:1-12
For most of the last dozen years, between Christmas and New Year’s, Abbie and I have made the trek out to Western Kansas. This is where Abbie grew up and where much of her extended family still lives. Because it’s such a long drive we stay for over a week. It’s a pretty laid back time. We visit with family, maybe do a project in Grandpa Marlin’s woodshop, read, play games, eat, etc. This year included some playing in the little bit of snow that fell a couple days after Christmas.
Some of you may know Kansas as that long stretch of nothing before you get to the mountains. And you’d be mostly right.
What’s especially wonderful about Western Kansas is that it’s almost nothing. When you get out of the car and spend some time there, there’s a rare spaciousness all around you, full of almost nothing. It’s a place where the Advent prophecy of Isaiah has been fulfilled: Every valley has been lifted up, every mountain and hill has been made low; the uneven ground has become level, and the rough places a plain. Take a walk or a run on a dirt...