My three-year-old daughter looked up at me with beautiful, round brown eyes as she sang, “Away in a manger, no crib for a bed; the little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head . . . ” Her childish, high-pitched voice was delightfully sweet. While she happily demonstrated how much she knew of the song she was memorizing for the Christmas play, I pondered the words and what they meant. Jesus didn’t even have a crib–He had a manger, basically […]
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