The Sunday before Christmas, we have an annual Christmas pageant. Last year, I think I almost used my daughter, but better judgment kicked in and I rolled up some blankets in the form of a baby. I think one time, I had to substitute my son’s stuffed dinosaur at the last minute.
No matter how careful I would store away the baby doll (AKA baby Jesus), I could never remember where I put him and this realization always happened at the last minute. Luke 2.16 always seemed to cause the most stress for me because every year, I always managed to lose baby Jesus. (Luke 2.16)Įvery year around this time, congregations struggle to find a fresh way to retell the familiar story of the birth of baby Jesus. 16 So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger.
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