Christmas Gift

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arried for nine months and birthed far from

eaven’s hallelujahs into Israel’s

ough fringes—a Bethlehem town,

ncarnation, God come to be one of us—a

ingular identification with

he lost and the loved: It was a lowly

inistry to a dying

damic race, desperate to

ave, destined to

 

ive hope where there was none, exchanging glory for the

solation and humiliation of life with the

allen, and we reach out from our disgrace

o receive Heaven’s gift.

 

 

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