The other visitors that really stuck in my memory, came a while after the census day, and after most people had left Bethlehem to return to their own towns. We were just waiting for Jesus to be a little older before we started back on what would be a journey of a week or so. With a small baby it was going to be difficult. Dusk was just turning to night, and I was outside the cave, sitting feeding Jesus and watching the stars appear one by one, when a camel hove into view, followed rapidly by several more. I covered myself up again, hoping that the camels and their riders wouldn’t take too long to pass, as Jesus was getting a bit impatient for his food, and was not being quiet about his disturbed meal. I put him over my shoulder, and made to move back into the cave when the rather exotic looking man on the first camel hailed me, and asked whether the baby was the son of the God Yahweh. I just looked at him in astonishment. At this point Joseph ran up, having seen the camels pass him by as he trudged back from the town, where he had been working for our food, by making some wooden items for one of the men in the town. He answered the traveller warily, asking why they had asked that question. At that, the man got down from his camel and motioned to his companions to do the same. Some servants travelling with pack animals, also got down and ran to take the camels away, but not until a large pack on the side of one of the animals had been opened, and three boxes removed.
The man came forward and bowed low before me. He introduced himself as Melchior, then he present me with a box, which he said contained Frankincense. I stood there absolutely astonished. Then the next man came and introduced himself as Caspar, and he held out a box, which when he opened it contained a larger quantity of gold than I have ever seen in my life. A third man then held out the third box, and from the smell, I could tell that it contained Myrrh. He told me his name was Balthazar. So there we were, standing like statues, with these three men looking hopefully at me, and Jesus yelling louder and louder at the indignity of being separated from his food, when Joseph stepped in, and asked the men if they would like to sit and eat with us, while I went inside and fed Jesus and got him settled. Melchior turned and looked at a man standing nearby, who immediately gabbled away in another tongue. Melchior then turned back and in his very careful Aramaic, thanked us, and said that their servants would help prepare us some food. I took myself into the stable cave, leaving the problem of the boxes behind me.
When I came back out again with a clean and sleeping Jesus, it was fully dark, and before our shelter was a roaring fire around which everyone was now sitting. The boxes sat to one side under the watchful eye of one of the servants. I was motioned to sit on a chair covered in the most wonderful fabric, next to Melchior who sat on a rug on the ground. While we ate like kings on olives, fine bread, fruit and some lamb which must have been bought locally, the three men told us of their adventures. Melchior had travelled from Persia, where he was a scholar, a magus he said that he was called. Caspar told us that he was originally from a country called India, and that the gold was from there. He had travelled to Persia where he had met up with Melchior and Balthazar, who was from Babylon. The three of them were working and studying together, when they noticed in their charts that a great king was going to appear soon in Judea, so they had resolved to set off and see this great king. I asked them how they had found us. Balthazar just pointed over my head. I looked behind me to where the stable stood, and there hanging over the stable was the biggest star I had ever seen. I had thought that it was the moon lighting our gathering, but it was dwarfed by this large twinkling star. We have been following that star all the way from Persia he said simply.
As the night drew on Caspar told me that they had made a mistake on their journey, and left following the star to go to the palace of the King, Herod, where they thought that would find that the great king they were trying to find was one of his family. Joseph and I looked at each other horrified. We knew what Herod did even to members of his family, if he felt threatened by them. Caspar noticed our look and gravely said that he had had a dream the previous night warning him that they should not travel back to Herod with news of this new great king, but go back to their own country another way. Joseph and I should leave as soon as possible as well. We agreed. It was a really horrid end to what had been one of the most memorable nights of my life, for we spent most of the rest of the night packing up our few belongings and loading them onto our donkey. We snatched a couple of hours sleep, and then as soon as it was light enough for us to see, we left with the three magi and their servants, and headed south towards their home in Persia. Over the next few days as we travelled slowly, still talking, with them still trying to get their heads around the stories of Jesus conception and birth, we discussed where we should go. If Herod should come looking we should not stay together, so regretfully our roads parted and they continued on to Persia, while we turned west towards Egypt, carrying with us the three boxes, which enabled us, with Joseph’s skills as a carpenter, to live in Egypt until after Herod’s death when we were able to return safely to Nazareth again.