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Christmas Carol - Day 22

So...

We're getting down to the end.

As we near the blessed day, my heart becomes full of the more quiet and spiritual aspects of what took place all those years ago. The sublime event changed the history of history. No one would ever be the same again.

Born in a stable, raised by a carpenter, hated and feared by His own people, and eventually paying the ultimate price for us on the Cross. I am reminded of the verse in 1st Nephi where Nephi, being interviewed by the angel, is asked if he understands the condescension of God. Typically condescending attitudes are not welcomed. But in this case, the great Jehovah Himself deigned to be born in this way, life among men who did not understand Him, and freely give His life for the very men who mocked and crucified Him. Thus, the condescension of God is not only appropriate, it is vital to those of us who rely on His merits for our salvation. Which is all of us. Nephi's response is also appropriate - saying in essence - I know God loves us, but I don't know everything.

And you know what? That's good enough. Knowing God loves us is the root of all wisdom.

Lyrics:

1. Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head;
The stars in the heavens looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.

2. The cattle are lowing; the poor baby wakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus; look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.

3. Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven to live with thee there.


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