Bethlehem seemed the obvious choice for a quick Christmas jaunt.
All the usual goings-on were going on…you know, Roman emperors and weight-throwing guards,
common folk milling about and innkeepers experiencing booming business.
Stuff like that.
But then we heard about a landmark stable in the near vicinity.
It was cold and it was dark, but with the help of a candle and the appearance of a majestic angel,
The Live Nativity in Provo is stirring. Authentically staged and ornately costumed, the ambience and actors are remarkably realistic. Being in the crowds and rich, incense-filled air made it effortless to recreate that momentous night, that, as I imagine it, must have been uncomfortable and frightening for a very pregnant young mother-to-be.
It was the perfect reminder of the true meaning of the season.




















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