Tonight we pause to celebrate the birth of our Savior. Poor Mary, His mother, traveling by donkey, nine months pregnant, no room in the inn, had to give birth to her son in a cave - a public cave, filled with animals. Not what I would have wanted. Because of His birth, our lives have never been the same. Even something so simple as our calendar is due to His birth. He's a gift from God - the best gift we have ever been given. Silent Night. Holy Night.
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