(Community Matters) from our dear friend, the Rev Faith Bledsoe
Dear people of St. Francis,
The age of these old bones prevents me from traveling to be with you, but let me see if I can’t tell the story you’ve asked about. I remember that night. It was cold. Folks had been coming into the city for days. The Romans had decided to count people. I’m not sure why, but then they did a lot of things without telling the rest of us why.
I lived in Bethlehem then – a small town next to Jerusalem. I lived there with my husband and 5 children – 4 boys and 1 girl. My husband owned one of the local inns in town, where folks could come and rent a place to sleep for the night. That night, we doubled and tripled sleeping space, even opening the courtyard. There wasn’t a roof over the courtyard, but the wall and the gate kept out any dangers. Continue reading


