Holding God

This evening, I overheard Dan telling Kinsley about the meaning of Christmas, and why we celebrate the season. He was just telling her about how God, the God who made everything in the universe, became a tiny baby boy, like our little baby will be. He told her that His head probably smelled all sweet, and that they wrapped Him in some cloth and put him in a dirty wooden bin that all the animals ate out of. She interrupted him, saying… “Awww Papa, I would like to hold baby God!”

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