YOUNG CHURCH didn’t want to tell what they’d been up to today. In fact their activities had been declared “top secret” so I tried not to be impatient – letting my imagination run ahead of me at the sight of a splendid silver star on a stick, some small animals, some wide-eyed rosy cheeked children. They’re wise little people. They know that sometimes a patient waiting has a stature of its own – that untold joys prove to have been worth waiting for. A hymn from my own Sunday School days floated down through the years, both words and tune …

This is the day of prayer:
Let earth to heaven draw near;
Lift up our hearts to seek thee there,
Come down to meet us here.

I’ve got a hunch that a certain “coming down” is going to be part of a “secret” revealed.