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But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the faith, that could make the mountains move… It was a labor of love.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you that Christmas isn’t about presents.
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It is said of God that no one can behold his face and live. I always thought this meant that no one could see his splendor and live. A friend said perhaps it means that no one could see his sorrow and live. Or perhaps his sorrow is his splendor. – Nicholas Wolterstorff
It is said of God that no one can behold his face and live. I always thought this meant that no one could see his splendor and live. A friend said perhaps it means that no one could see his sorrow and live. Or perhaps his sorrow is his splendor.
– Nicholas Wolterstorff