Benjamin the innkeeper asked Tariq, the local rug merchant, to show him some new rugs. Leah, my wife, tells me all the time this place needs to feel more like home for our guests. So Tariq packed up his cart and brought some rug samples to show the Bethlehem innkeeper. It had been a long, tiring day hand-weaving the rugs as his ancestors had done for centuries. It was a time-honored tradition, and while weaving, he said the ancient prayers for his family and his people. But when he arrived at the inn that evening, something was different. There over the inn, was a star brighter than any he had ever seen. What could it possibly mean?
