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Much like that was the way the people away back in Jerusalem, Hebron, Nazareth, and all the other towns had been watching for something that they were sure was coming, and that their prophets kept telling them was on the way. And at last the wonderful moment came. God’s Son — not s-u-n, but S-o-n — came into the world at Bethlehem, and came as a little child.
The children would never have felt nearly as much interest in Christ’s coming into the world if, instead of coming as a babe, He had come as a full-grown man. I venture to think that nine out of ten of the children who look at our picture of the Nativity will let their eyes restlessly slip from one part to another of the picture till they discover the little Child, and that there their eyes will fasten. Children think more of children than they do of people that are grown. If two children with their mothers meet on the street, the children will turn around and look at each other. Small eyes like