In which I consider the Mary in all of us this Christmas

Can you imagine being Mary? A shameful, out-of-wedlock pregnancy. A fiance’ who stays with her out of pity. A long, painful, obligatory journey to Bethlehem in her ninth month of pregnancy, and for what? To be counted in a census. And the inn–there were no private rooms at the inn. We’ve seen the movies withContinue reading “In which I consider the Mary in all of us this Christmas”

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