And so, with barely a ripple of notice, God stepped into the warm lake of humanity. Without protocol and without pretension. Where you would have expected heads of state, there were only donkeys, a few haltered cows, a nervous ball of sheep… Thus, in the little town of Bethlehem, that one silent night, the royal birth of God’s Son tiptoed quietly by, as the world slept.
— Ken Gire, Intimate Moments with the Savior
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