TheHost’s Story by Victoria Burke

It was that time — every descendent of David came to Bethlehem to be taxed. This town was too small for all these people! Not to mention their rudeness! I open my home to all these people, and they think I am their servant? Ungrateful people! Well, I went to get some food, water and supplies before night fell, and talked with a few people who had opened their homes too.

The night came. I kept glancing out my windows. There was a star, but this star was the brightest I’d ever seen. I wonder why it’s there? Then ANOTHER knock at my door!

“I don’t have ANY room!” I said to this couple. But by the look of it, the woman standing there was giving birth! Something inside me told me I had to help them, so I told them to go to the stable. It was all I had left, and it, too, was crowded. I wished I could have given her someplace else, but, like I said, it was all I had.

Then the star burned brighter and brighter. And then came shepherds. They looked quite frightened and excited all at the same time.

Now, if I had known my Savior was being born, I would have given Him my home.

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