We like our Jesus stories tidy. Especially the Christmas stories. You know the routine: angel, stable, manger, wise men, then fade to Silent Night by candlelight.

But after Christmas, the story swerves.

There’s a dream. A warning. A paranoid king. And suddenly, a young family running for their lives.

Toward Egypt.

Matthew gives the journey barely a paragraph, which is odd—because this road trip would have wrecked them. New parents. A newborn. No plan beyond leave now. And a …