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| photo by Amy the Nurse |
Every Christmas I remember a TV special from years ago. The man was trying to help a woman about to have a baby. The man was stranded with this woman and her two other children in a terrific rainstorm. The lights and telephone were knocked out. The woman had had her other two children by natural childbirth and she told the man there wasn't much to fear--but he did not believe her. His attempts to be helpful were just pathetic. He offered to boil some water. And she laughed. He lit candles everywhere. He tried to smile at this woman in labor but he wasn't very reassuring. He ended up just standing there helpless swinging his arms in the air.
The mother survived. The baby came and the man thrilled by the wonder of it all, walked out into the rain and with a voice colored with many meanings, simply kept saying over and over, "A baby! A baby! A baby!"
Christmas is the time amid power failures and rain in our faces we remember once again the heart of it all. "A baby! A baby! A baby!"
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| photo by Gang Zhao / flickr --Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com |
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