The other day, I was looking for my reading glasses. I have strategically placed several pair of the Dollar Store variety all around the house. I refuse to wear reading glasses around my neck with a chain. My 5th grade teacher did that, and she was old.
I looked high and low before catching a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror, where I saw the specs perched on my head. Maybe I am old.
Foreigners traveled hundreds of miles across a desert and made their way to Bethlehem. But chief priests and teachers of the law six miles down the road didn’t seem all that interested.
Sometimes the closer things are, the harder they are to notice.