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The Voices of Christmas
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- FormatePub
- ISBN8232936389
- EAN9798232936389
- Date de parution15/12/2025
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- ÉditeurDraft2Digital
Résumé
Mention Christmas to anyone, and it's like opening an old suitcase discovered in the attic - random memories jumbled together... Memories about gifts, and occasions, and the people with whom we shared a Christmas sometime long ago. What we don't have, are memories about the Child of Christmas. We couldn't - we were not in Bethlehem that night. But what would happen if we could meet the people who were there, and let them share their memories with us? What would THEY remember?For the next few minutes, forget about all your Christmas memories.
Let your imagination run wild. Enter a land where you've never been, and yet you've known it all your life. Sit at the feet of an old shepherd, or a wise man from far far away, or even Mary herself. Let them tell us about that first Christmas. Leave the cynical grownup at the door. Kick off your shoes. Let's become children again, and hear the mystery with new ears. Who knows, maybe we'll even hear a choir sing, somewhere outside a little town...
Let your imagination run wild. Enter a land where you've never been, and yet you've known it all your life. Sit at the feet of an old shepherd, or a wise man from far far away, or even Mary herself. Let them tell us about that first Christmas. Leave the cynical grownup at the door. Kick off your shoes. Let's become children again, and hear the mystery with new ears. Who knows, maybe we'll even hear a choir sing, somewhere outside a little town...
