The beauty of a morning cannot be compared to any other, as that of a Christmas Day.
When Christ was born in Bethlehem; with everything crying that they were so poor;the stable, no room, the manger as a bed, the smell of all the animals, poorly lit, everything pointing in the opposite direction of the Savior being born; of the boy who would argue with the priests, the carpenters son, the Son of God, on this earth, it all seemed to fall out of square with what we know, and think.
But through him, through his birth upon earth, through his death and resurrection, we have each the opportunity to find ourselves at the foot of God, and knowing, that we have been lifted to be with him, forever.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Connie Estes
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