Christmas
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Why a Manger?
I don’t know about you, but it always bothered me that Jesus was born in a stable among a bunch of smelly animals. No comfy crib for the Son of God – he slept in a feed trough. Of stone. I can imagine a sheep sticking his head in the manger looking for a snack only to end up nibbling on Jesus’s hair. The usual explanation made sense. The Father chose a humble place for the birth of the Savior to show how he can sympathize with the poor and downtrodden. But that’s not a very satisfying answer. I thought Mary had a legitimate bone to pick with the travel…
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The Tower of the Flock – Feroze’s Story
Shaking my head in disbelief, I stared at this ragtag cluster of lean-tos, huts, and shanties. Was it truly home to the King of the Jews? But as we hesitated, the light of the star grew in intensity, and it pulsed as if impatient for us to get moving. I looked at my companions, and we were of one mind. We didn’t understand, but we were in the right place. No doubt in our minds. Ihsan had fallen to his knees in worship. “Ihsan,” I said. “Let’s go. You can worship at the feet of the King of Kings.” My son Jamshid wrapped me in a tight embrace and breathed,…
