The Perfect Star

One night, a long, long time ago, I awoke in heaven- a bright and beautiful star -only this I did not find out until later. I thought I was an ugly piece of work. Only the smallest angels picked up any of my extra stardust. One in particular, a tiny little angel named Amy, didn’t know what she was good for, either; but together, we knew we were in good hands. But after having Amy come and pick up my stardust for many years, she did not come to gather my extra stardust for God to make more stars; the big angel Gabriel came instead, a breathtaking being with large wings, and a peaceful smile. “I have come,” he said, “to take you to the Creator. Come! Make yourself ready! It is a great honor!” “Me?” I asked, “Why me? I am not a big star like the one who twinkles above me so brightly. I am no star like the one who makes thousands of stars every night with stardust. I am just a plain star- someone who is unworthy to come before the Creator.” Gabriel just looked at me with a sad countenance. Just then, the Creator Himself came to me. “Oh, little star,” the Creator said, “I have chosen you to be the most perfect and most brilliant star in the world. I do not mind your imperfections. But will you serve me?” “I would be honored to serve you, my Creator,” I whispered. “Then will I make you the greatest star that ever the world did see.” The Creator took my stardust, and all of the dust He had been saving since I was born, and shaped me again. This time, I was a bright, beautiful star, the greatest and most perfectly shaped star in the universe. Amy was there, and became the helper of the Creator, and the most beautiful stardust collector I had ever seen.

As I looked down on two people riding on a donkey, the angel Gabriel appeared beside me. “Those are those chosen for you to shed your stardust upon. Wait until later tonight.” I waited and waited, and soon enough, the Creator came to me. “Get up!” he commanded, “Shine your light on the stable just below you!” I did as He said, and as I did, I watched. And waited. A baby’s cry echoed into the night. And I saw some lowly shepherds following my path of light, down towards the stable, and into it. “There,” said the Creator “is my Son. Shine on Him, and brightly.”

In later years, I saw some kings coming upon my still silvery path, which had changed, and was now simply shining on the town of Bethlehem, where the Creator’s Son was born. They appeared to be carrying gifts, and were riding on large camels. “These,” said the Creator, Who was always by my side, watching and directing my starlight, “are three wisemen. They are bringing gifts to honor my Son. And still they will reflect how He is to be treated in future years.” The Creator looked sad for a moment, but when the men reached the stables, all sorrow seemed to have melted away.

My light shone in Bethlehem for many years, disappearing when the Creator wished for it to leave. Then one day, the Creator took me, and said, “Quick. This is my Son.” I looked down upon a different place, called Golgotha, and saw the Creator’s Son nailed to a cross, and left to die “What is- oh, Creator! It is Your Son! Please, let me shine my light on Him once more!” “Yes,” He said, “Presently. When it is finished.” He and I watched, silently. Then the Creator’s Son seemed to cry out. “Now! Shine your light, little star!” I shone my light upon Him, for the first time while He was living, and what I thought was the last. And as I shone, the earth cracked.

Over the next few days, I couldn’t understand. Finally I asked the Creator, “Why? Why did your Son die?” “Listen,” the Creator said, a smile on His lips. And as I watched, I saw the Creator’s Son walk out of His burial mound, alive! “O, Creator! He’s alive! He really is!” “Yes,” the Creator said, “Shine, little Star! Shine once more upon my Son!” I sparkled when I shone, the happiest star I ever had been. “You, little Star, are perfect. You thought you were a mistake, but I had more in mind then you had ever planned for,” said the Creator. I looked back when I was a little star, and I saw. I had the privilege of being chosen to be the star which would lead those to the Creator’s Son, the King of Kings, and the truly most magnificent bright Morning Star. I had looked down upon the Creator’s Son when He lay dying on the cross, and when He had risen. And now I was more joyful than ever, knowing that there would soon be another job for me- to shine on Jesus because He was coming to live in the heavens with me-soon!