“Jesus said, ‘Who touched Me?’” (Luke 8:45).
Imagine for a moment… there she is, a young woman with the radiant smile — leaning against one of the stalls, her eyes in her happy face closed. A man is at her side, and behind them, in the manger where the cows gather for their food, is the Baby.
He is a tiny thing, wrapped tightly in a long linen robe and sleeping as soundly as any newborn baby — sleeping as though the world has not been waiting thousands of years for this moment; as soundly as though your life and my life and the life of everyone on earth were not wrapped up in His birth; as soundly as though,…
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