Glynn begins his Christmas sermon with a story about two rough sleepers he awakes one morning while opening the church who tell him they are following a star. "I asked the two travellers a little more about the star and the direction it was pointing in. They told me: ‘Stars don’t point’. They also told me, with an eye of suspicion, that it was their star and I needed to find my own. The conversation ended shortly afterwards. But the point was taken. I, we, need to find our own star, our own guide, into the mystery of the night." Full text at I asked the two travellers a little more about the star and the direction it was pointing in. They told me: ‘Stars don’t point’. They also told me, with an eye of suspicion, that it was their star and I needed to find my own. The conversation ended shortly afterwards. But the point was taken. I, we, need to find our own star, our own guide, into the mystery of the night.. Full text at I asked the two travellers a little more about the star and the direction it was pointing in. They told me: ‘Stars don’t point’. They also told me, with an eye of suspicion, that it was their star and I needed to find my own. The conversation ended shortly afterwards. But the point was taken. I, we, need to find our own star, our own guide, into the mystery of the night. Full text at http://www.stmatthews.org.nz/nav.php?sid=322&id=798.