by Christal Ann Rice Cooper
They followed the Star for months on end. They knew He had been born. They just didn’t know where or when. They were intelligent beyond all measure. They had knowledge in their own field but they wanted to find the Treasure so to King Herod, they made an appeal. He gave no good leads or expressed a sincere love for the King but they continued to follow the Star even if it meant abandoning everything. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to a year. They were tempted to give into defeat but the Star strengthened them over their fear. Finally, through the thick and thin, the Star shined over a small humble home in which the Baby did abide within with His mother and father alone. They wore expensive jewels and purple silk Joseph welcomed them in without hesitation. They observed the Baby drinking His milk and knew this Treasure was worth all frustration. The Baby sat on His mom’s lap and the men felt a presence that was lovingly bold. They produced an expensive knapsack, full of myrrh, frankincense, and gold. For some reason, the gifts seemed incomplete so they drew closer to the Baby-King and kissed His soft and royal cheek and they sensed a change in everything. “This is not the face of a Baby Boy whom we have just kissed. It is the face of God - the Creator of everything that has or will exist.” On this day, these men came to know Love- a place for the old to completely die, a committed relationship with God above the One who placed the Diamond in the sky.
Christal Ann Rice Cooper identifies herself as a Jesus-loving and Gospel-relying person. She is a newspaper writer, feature stories writer, poet, fiction writer, photographer, and painter. She has a Bachelor’s in Criminal Justice and completed all of her poetry and fiction workshops required for her Master’s in Creative Writing with a focus on poetry. She maintains a website at www.chrisricecooper.com
She, her husband Wayne, sons Nicholas and Caleb, cats Nation and Alaska reside in the St. Louis area.