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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,…
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An Often Overlooked Prophecy
As we move into the Christmas season, I am reminded of a question I’ve had about Jesus’s birth since I was a little girl. It always bothered me that Jesus was born among a bunch of smelly animals and laid in a feed trough. The standard answer I received when I asked why Jesus wasn’t better provided for was that God chose a humble place to be born, showing he could empathize with the poor and downtrodden. Maybe that made some sense, but it just wasn’t a very satisfying answer. I had this nagging irritation that I kept shoved down, unwilling to openly criticize God’s plan. It just wasn’t nice. …
