Campfire Stories

“During the day, He was teaching in the temple complex, but in the evening He would go out and spend the night on what is called the ‘Mount of Olives.’ Then all the people would come early in the morning to hear Him in the temple complex.” (Luke 21:37-38 CSB)

From the temple gates you could probably see a tiny point of flickering light through the night across the Kidron Valley on the Mount of Olives. Gathered around the fire, trying to keep warm from the night chill were Jesus and His twelve disciples. There was an air of expectancy among the disciples. They knew something was about to happen. They thought they had an idea what it might be, which is part of the reason a couple of them had knives. In reality, they were clueless about what was really going to happen. It was to be the greatest surprise of their lives to this point, although it would pale in comparison to the surprise that would happen a few days beyond that event.

The smell of smoke hung in the air and clung to their clothes as they huddled by the fire. The enjoyment of the campfire fellowship rested in the minds of each one of them as they heard Jesus speak further about the kingdom of God, about faithfulness, and about what lay ahead. They no doubt had a few laughs and a few good stories before retiring for the night.

The early morning cool and the damp air brought a re-kindling of the fire. After whatever breakfast may have been available, Jesus led the way back to the temple area, where He would again speak with those who would listen.

The Passover was nearly at hand. And with this one would come the fulfillment of Christmas.

Lord, Remind us today of the real purpose of Christmas. Help us to never lose sight of that. Amen.