Baby Jesus

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Mary gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.” Luke 2:7

There is something incredibly magical about Christmas. And I’m not talking about setting out cookies for Santa and carrots for the reindeer on Christmas Eve and how they are magically gone in the morning. I don’t mean the magic of talking snowmen like Frosty, either. It’s not even the nostalgia for a snowy white Christmas; the decorated tree; the smells of peppermint, cinnamon and cloves; the glowing lights and the shiny presents, although now we’re getting closer. I mean the childlike wonder and awe in that moment of silence after a congregation finishes singing Silent Night by candlelight. I mean the overpowering flood of emotions of love, gratitude, and joy that comes from hearing that we are…

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