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On Christmas Day a small manger scene sat on a table just inside the doorway to a neatly kept home<\/u>. <\/strong>People hurried past it all day. They barely noticed the tiny figures gathered around the infant tucked in the straw. In the morning, children raced by it on their way to the Christmas tree. At noon, arriving guests pushed past it to get to the dining room. One accidentally knocked over a shepherd as he took off his winter coat.<\/p>\n Later in the afternoon, a well-fed group of adults and children moved somewhat slowly by the manger again as they drifted from the dining room back to the living room. None of them stopped to look at the manger. None of them even noticed it, except two.<\/strong><\/em> <\/p>\n An elderly woman, walking with a cane, paused in front of the scene. Gently she set the shepherd back in an upright position. Then she looked at the Christ child in the middle of all the figures. As she stood there, she became aware of her small grandson standing by her side. As the voices drifted in, the two continued to look at the manger scene. <\/em><\/p>\n A smile spread across the woman’s face and the child took her hand. In the midst of a day filled with so much busyness, the two of them quietly received God’s gift. This gift has been offered to everyone.<\/strong> Some have left their packages unclaimed. Others have graciously accepted the gift and carry it around everywhere they go. Unfortunately, they’ve failed to begin unwrapping and discovering the hidden splendor and grace of God’s love for them. Each package has a scroll addressed to each of us individually, on which is written<\/u>\u2026..\u201cI Love You,\u201d<\/strong> and it is signed: God<\/strong> To receive a message<\/u> like this every day<\/u>, please go<\/u> to my website<\/u> and subscribe<\/u>: www.TreatsfortheSoul.org.<\/a> Enjoy my Daily Treats, Weekly Homilies, my Books and much more!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" On Christmas Day a small manger scene sat on a table just inside the doorway to a neatly kept home. People hurried past it all day. They barely noticed the tiny figures gathered around the infant tucked in the straw. In the morning, children raced by it on their way to the Christmas tree. 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Today we come face to face with a mind-boggling idea and story<\/u>. It’s a story that is almost incomprehensible in its simplicity and truth<\/u>. It’s a story that is, in itself<\/u>, a Gift.<\/strong>
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t’s a gift wrapped with the most exquisite paper imaginable, a bundle of swaddling clothes. This gift was left for each of us by the One whose birthday we celebrate today.<\/p>\n
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I pray this Christmas that you will take, unwrap, and love God\u2019s greatest gift to you \u2013 Jesus!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n