On what we think of as that cold, silent night, Mary fulfilled that prophecy and called her baby boy, Jesus.
We have a traditional sentimental view of what happened that night. We’re most likely wrong about the date. We don’t talk about the messy process of birth that could only be amplified by not being in the sterile environments of today’s hospitals.
But with that reality, a stable, blood, sweat, screams, and a baby that most surely cried and need a diaper change, the prophecy was fulfilled.
God was indeed with us.
And one of us.
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