Something I wrote a while back...
Merry Christmas ya'll!
Remember the reason for the season...our Servant-King
born at the lowest level to an unwed teen mother, in a filthy stable, laid in a manger of bug-ridden straw, amidst the filth and stench of animal urine and excrement. He picked the most extreme circumstances so that he would experience all things at the lowest level. He was born, loved, hated, embraced, spat upon, followed, tested, befriended, abandoned by his...
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