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559. "Beggars at the Manger" from Meridian Magazine. Reposted from last Christmas -- a favorite!

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This lovely Christmas story was posted last December 24, 2014.  The update on my husband is what is happening at this time --- WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 24, 2014 319. From Meridian Magazine, "Beggars at the Manger" -- on showing compassion. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL YOU DEAR PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD.  I HOPE YOU HAVE YOUR HEARTS DESIRES, AND KNOW THAT JESUS CHRIST LOVES YOU! Today is Monday, December 21, 2015.   and our grandson Cameron's birthday.  Two Bulloch brothers -- Austin on the left, and Cameron on the right (the birthday boy today).     When Cameron was just around 4 days old, Austin developed a severe respiratory infection, and was in the hospital for several days.  I went up and took care of Cameron as a newborn, as his parents stayed in the hospital with Austin a lot, and I loved it so much!  It is our daughter Pam's birthday, today also! Married over 22 years ago!  My husband Wayne is doing oka...

319. From Meridian Magazine, "Beggars at the Manger" -- on showing compassion.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL YOU DEAR PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD.  I HOPE YOU HAVE YOUR HEARTS DESIRES, AND KNOW THAT JESUS CHRIST LOVES YOU! I have read several wonderful articles today, and it is hard to decide which one to share with my dear reader friends.  I believe this one is appropriate for the day before Christmas.  My husband is again in the hospital, with low oxygen and kidney problems.  He feels better today, but we hope he will be home tonight to talk to our dear missionary grandsons who are in Indonesia and Taiwan.  Christmas Eve is their Christmas morning -- they are 12 or 13 hours ahead of us. December 24, 2014 LINE UPON LINE Beggars at the Manger By Maurine Proctor  · December 23, 2014 I have seen many beggars and their haunted, disheveled eyes have stuck with me. A fully-grown man, stunted so he was only half my height, caught up to walk beside me at a train station in India. I had come to see the Ta...